D7280 Multi-color kids bunk bed w/ slide

I sold my first piece of furniture last night. A kids' bunk bed, metal tubing painted red and yellow and blue and white. I thought it was ugly, but the couple liked it for their kids and I didn't mind selling it. The man used to be stationed in Great Falls, MT, near where my mom grew up and he had been to the Helena Valley, possibly one of the prettiest places in the U.S. How can you feel you know someone just because you can picture where he lived ten years ago? It's like Hannah in The English Patient - "Where you come from becomes important."

My boss called to say I could leave early and I was excited because the people on my block were having a neighborhood block party. One of those things the city encourages to keep the small-town feel and that way you can at least meet your neighbors. But I pretty much missed the party and mom said "next year," but next year here won't matter, so I left again. "Maybe I can meet them later," meaning "probably not."