H is for Hammock Man! Not very dear to my life, but funny nonetheless. The story: We had a few warm & gorgeous, picture-perfect spring days in a row and one of our back-door neighbors decided to hang out in the ditch between our streets... in his hammock. John and I laughed at his enjoyment of the awesome weather when we saw him napping outside, and then, just like that, Hammock Man left our lives as suddenly as he had come. We may never know more....
(dramatic and slightly sad violin music)
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