There is something to be said about visiting Grandmother’s house. Not only is it the greatest single place in the universe, it is also located in a neighborhood that hasn’t changed in roughly 25 years of my life. The last “giant” change that took place was a stop sign was put in place of a yield several years ago. The only person this seemed to annoy was my brother who refused to acknowledge it as anything but a yield.
I have happy to report that at some point in the last two years that sign has been taken down altogether, I believe in a fit of neighborly rage brought on by subtle change.