While Paw and I did yard work out front and the side street, MY road, a couple of utility trucks stopped underneath a eucalyptus tree, next to the house across from our home. One was a blue-colored PG&E truck with its trunk popped open; while the other one was a white Rowe & Co., parked behind. A burly Mexicano with an upper mustache appeared to be talking too much on the phone right after he placed one orange-colored cone to the left rear of his white truck. He walked by our sidewalk. He smiled and slightly waved at us. I said: ‘Ola! Senior’. I hummed a religious tune: ‘Pan De Vida’.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!
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