A tale of two townships

The best neighbors are the kids, though. They come to the house first thing every Saturday and Sunday morning to play on the porch swing and demand basketballs and bicycles. In exchange, they give us their dog for the weekend. Then, come Sunday evening, they disappear into their homes around the same time that the weekenders file back into the train station, leaving just the sound of the waves. It's then you realize what the locals here have known all along; the value of a quiet life.