A sadness like the crow perpetuated the apartment, as I learned she had died of cancer the year before I moved in. It was loving yet sad. Neighbors downstais were like noisy deamons whose face was never showing, like a horror movie every time I peeked in, NEVER was there faces SHOWING.
Upstairs neighbor was very firenld 40ish Jewish guy who I liked that met, Open firnedly and helpful. Unlike the deamon socialiets underneath mean who snored and were the IT crew of the cricle fo firends who would sit a watch endlessless fail army videos and laugh every 25 seconds of hours on end.
Across the ways a girl and roomate where formerly Olympic athletes almost in something, and just across the street was the Jenkintown Football HS stadium where I would wonder and relax at midnight every so often.
Jentintown is a beautiful, yet totally unfriendly town with an oppositve social poliarty of Doylestown (where peopel look you in the eye and will talk and give you the time of day, at least back in mighty 20-ohs)
Jenkintown is still a lovely place to live, soaked in beauty, but a untouchable, I guess people are too busy to chew the fat, friendly enought and fiar enough.
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