How is possible to live right in the middle of the city and sit outside on your porch and listen to the crickets? How is that possible? To make things even better, a neighbor across the street came out to sit on his porch and listen to the baseball game on his radio. I swear sometimes I feel like I can understand people reminiscing about the 50s. Sitting on the porch, drinking a beer, listening to a baseball game and with the crickets chirping in the background. And there aren’t even any mosquitoes tonight!