 By Nathan Jordan |
Dear Neighbors, I hope this letter finds you all in good health and happy spirits. Some of you may not know me, despite my frequent attempts to introduce myself to everyone in the neighborhood. (This includes you, lady upstairs in 202. I assure you that when we met in the elevator that day, my issue had nothing to do with you. Sometimes it just happens spontaneously, and there’s really no need to call the police.) |
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Maybe you recognize me from my weekly neighborhood "Bible as literature" readings.
My name is Nathan Jordan, and I’ve lived in this neighborhood for over three years now. You’ve probably know me as “that cool guy with the beard who rides the unicycle.” I’m sure you want to thank me for bringing some whimsy and hipster cred to the neighborhood. Well, you’re welcome. And I’d also like to remind you all that unicyclists enjoy the same right of way as bicyclists. This means you, Mr. Red-El-Camino-that-Always-Accelerates-at-Me.
If, for some reason, you’ve never seen me pedaling about, perhaps you’ve heard that beautiful bagpipe music floating through the air on a warm summer’s evening. That’s me as well! Or maybe you’ve thought to yourself, “When did Beyonce move into the neighborhood?” Well, that’s not Mrs. Jay-Z singing “Halo,” that’s me practicing for karaoke night. (Every Wednesday night at KC’s Bar and Grill, if you want to hear it up close.)
