We felt just a smidgen deflated, but also relieved.
On further investigation, we read that one of the apartments here (there are four) burned, so everything is thereby damaged and unihabitable.
When I took this picture, a U-Haul was backed up to one of the units and people were moving out a mattress, so I only took a quick snap and moved on.
A woman lived alone here and a man followed her home from the nearby train station. He came into her apartment, raped her, slit her throat and left her for dead. She managed to make enough noise after he left to attract a neighbor's attention and she got to the hospital and was saved. She wrote about it for the paper. It scared me to death!
I have often wondered if anyone else remembers her harrowing tale in the paper. She hasn't lived there for years. In fact, the place is for sale again now.
The Garden Lady attended his funeral and said he was obviously well loved and had many friends.
It's so shocking when something like this happens nearby!
The Garden Lady also said that our neighborhood is full of strangeness and stories, so much so that she could write a book! ;-)
I'm afraid this is a bleak little post. I will leave on a happier note with this lovely picture from my neighborhood bee keeper's garden: