![]() ![]() But here, when you looked out the window, you saw other houses, and people inside those houses. It just wasn't the right time.īack in New York State, we had lived in the country, with no sidewalks or streetlights you could leave the house and still be alone. It was more of a "see you later" situation, but still I adopted my mother's attitude, as it allowed me to pretend that not making friends was a conscious choice. Our next house was less than a mile away, and the short journey would hardly merit tears or even good-byes, for that matter. ![]() Within a year we would move again and, as she explained, there wasn't much point in getting too close to people we would have to say good-bye to. My mother made friends with one of the neighbors, but one seemed enough for her. When my family first moved to North Carolina, we lived in a rented house three blocks from the school where I would begin the third grade. ![]() The store has hosted the author four times and every time he mentions his brother, known as the Rooster, the crowd goes wild. The collection of 22 essays in typical Sedaris style is hilarious, wonderful, poignant and moving. ![]() This is a universal staff pick at The Alabama Booksmith. ![]()
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