So New England has this thing where they don't post street signs. If you live in the area, you know your way around, and if you are from out of town, you get lost. And Sharon being a suburb, there weren't any curbs, either, and thus no curbside addresses. Miriam and I were staying at a family friends' house where we had never been before. The family wasn't even going to be home when we arrived -- they said they would leave the front door open for us.
Well, what do you do when you've narrowed your search down to two potential houses, neither of which has an address posted, both of which have an unlocked front door? You can't trust the mezuzah, since Sharon is eighty percent Jewish. You check their trash for addressed mail, that's what you do. Good thinking, Miriam. Ten points.
Who leaves their front door unlocked at nighttime? When no one is home? Seriously.
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