Neighborhood myths

The house next door to us has been empty for possibly a year now, ever since the trainwreck family that had previously inhabited it moved out. After dealing with graffiti on our garage, a random can of red paint spilled near our fence, and having our house pelted with eggs and blown up condoms at Halloween, we weren't really sad to see them go. But we sure missed them when it snowed and no one shoveled, or all summer as the weeds grew ever higher. Not to mention that having a vacant house next door is more than a little creepy.

So it was a pleasant surprise upon returning home from walking the dog today to meet our new neighbor, a young-looking redheaded guy who apparently is just moving in with his wife. I can't remember what he said her name was, but he introduced himself as Thor.

Perhaps it's the fact that I just read American Gods for my book club, but I see the makings of a reality show here--perhaps "The Gods Next Door"?