Call It Even?

(Illustration by Ryan O'Rourke)

My son, a DJ, was driving on a busy street in Brookline looking for the Veronique ballroom. He pulled up to a delivery truck and asked for directions. At that point, a woman's voice piped up from the other side of the truck. "What's he looking for?" The driver told her, and she, not exactly a young person, ran around the truck, hopped into my son's van, and told him she would show him the way. Astonished, he drove a few blocks, whereupon she announced she was getting out, thanked him for the ride home, and pointed to his destination across the street.
HANNAH DIOZZI
Salem

PERFECT NEIGHBORS?
About a year ago, I was in Cambridge looking for a house of a friend. I was on the right street, but because it was dark, I could not see the numbers on the houses. I parked and walked up to a duplex, one family on one side, another family on the other. The name on the right side of the house was "Wright." The name on the left side: "Wong."
ALAN RUBIN
Roslindale

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