I’m fascinated by the people around me. I live in a pretty pleasant, easy neighborhood. (Hence the “Stepfordton” moniker.) My neighbors are attractive, successful, intelligent, well bred family people. On the surface, everything just seems so, um, perfect.
And maybe this goes without saying but “perfect” is boring.
As it turns out, almost every pleasant person that I have met has an interesting story to tell. There’s a surprising, and delightful, depth to the people I have come to know in the three years that we’ve lived here. As much as I like to poke fun at the Pleasant-ville-y-ness of it all, I do really enjoy it, and honestly, I am rarely bored by the people here.
