I never bothered to ask him about it again, though I certainly should have.

The neighbor who reported him was a man named Chad Miller.

Chad had built a massive gray modern house on the old Jenkins lot the previous spring.

The Jenkins family had lived right next door to my parents for over forty years.

Old Mr.

Jenkins had actually taught me how to ride a bicycle on the rough gravel road separating our yards.

After he passed away, his grown children sold the acreage to a real estate developer, who subsequently sold the parcel to Chad.