MY SWEET 78-YEAR-OLD NEIGHBOR DIED, AND AT HER FUNERAL THEY HANDED ME A NOTE FROM HER AND THE KEY TO HER OLD SHED
WHEN I DISCOVERED WHAT SHE HAD BEEN KEEPING THERE, I CALLED 911. When I moved to a quiet suburb a few years ago, the first person who came over with a freshly baked pie was Mrs. Whitmore. She was a very sweet and friendly elderly woman who lived two houses down from me. She was…