Saturday January 29 - Still moving in

This move has taken forever with all the snow! We just set a new record in CT - snowiest month on record - at 4 ft 11 inches.

So it is a bright sunny day with water dripping down from the gutters on my apartment complex onto the sidewalk below. An occasional large hunk of icicle gently plummets the forty feet to rest on the 3 inch layer of ice that has accumulated on the walk.

I was moving more stuff out of my car when I came across a couple on the street. I like to be friendly and say hi to my new neighbor hood folk. They were white and in their 40s or 50s, hard to tell because they looked like they lived a weathered life. Black leather jackets, tattooed fingers and lean.

They want to get into my apartment complex.

"We have to see an old man on the third floor!"
"An old man on the third floor?"
"Yes we need to get inside. You see he isn't answering his phone, and he can't let us in."
"What is this man's name?"
"We don't know his name."
"You don't know his name?"
"Yes, we need to see him. He is old. He lives on the third floor."
"Mark knows us. You know Mark. He is in trouble with the Housing Authority."
Quizzical look.
Pause. Look at each other. "You know, everyone knows Mark...."
A nod to continue.
"Uh, he is in trouble because he lets in people to do drugs."
That explains the kids on the street calling for him the other day. 
"We need to get inside to see the old man on the third floor."
"Any you don't know his name?"
"No we don't. He is old. He lives on the third floor."
"Uh, I got to go."