i live in a tri plex-an old art deco style house converterd into 3 apartments…my upstairs neighbours have changed alot in last few years- but presently it is a nice couple, whom i know through a few degrees of seperation…and in front is the rosenfelds. this is a predominatly hassidic neigbourhood and they are hassids. awesome young family consisting of abe, leah and their three kids: isaac goldie and sari..7, 5 and 3.
behind us there is this sad family with a dad and two kids-the dad is obiviously a drug addict or something and his son, marcus is a troubled young man of about 16, who finds refuge over here-walking my dog or playing bb with issac.

as i was sitting in bed earlier today..(my bedroom sits at the back of the house with my windows opening to the garge/bb court area..) i listened as abe instructed his rabbi friends in building their ‘sukkas’ for the religious holiday that is upon them( from what i can tell this particular holiday consists of a lot of drinking inside this ‘sukkas’ thing they build )
and marcus instructing issac on his shot and sari being bossed around by goldie as they played house…all while the boys next door recorded there album for all to hear.

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