Sweet!

Suddenly, in front of Syd and Gundy’s twice-reroofed-and-sided no-design neighbors’ house, an immaculate 1980s Mercedes 450SL. One of many curiosities swirling about the beginning of this strange new year.

[Note to self: turn off flash.]

Gang’s all here!

Morning, New Year’s Day. The weekend neighbors have crammed five cars inside their fence.

The brown rectangle to the right perhaps indicates the pozo negro, or septic tank, so it’s understandable one might not choose to park on top of it. But why not park on the lawn outside the fence?

Worried about New Year’s Eve fireworks? Well, there are some, but they’ve diminished significantly in recent years.

No, I think the real reason is simple: they’re city people.

Nowhere near as noisy as in years past, so no complaints. Just curious.