They're a young family, new on the street. Both adults are comfortably friendly, very open to greetings and conversation. They're from a small town a few hours' drive from this city. They bought their house from a family that had owned it when it first went on the market, as a newly-built dwelling. That family originally too had two young children and we watched them grow to young adults. Now the new family has two children as young as the original occupants were when we moved to our current home.

Oddly enough, the young man discovered, when talking to the home seller, that they had something quite original in common. The seller is a lawyer, now divorced, his wife living elsewhere, his children, though living with him currently, prepared to move on with their lives independently. He had bought his official court gown when he was setting up his practise from another lawyer who was then preparing to retire. And that retiring lawyer lived in the very town that the young prospective buyer was from.

When the name was revealed the coincidence became odder; the retiring lawyer was the young man's father. When the young man agreed that he would like to purchase the house he was given a gift from the house seller; his father's old court gown, which he has carefully put away in memory of his father, now deceased.

The people on the street will miss their old neighbour who has purchased a townhome closer to the downtown area, more convenient in location to the workplace of his new wife. They have, in exchange, a friendly young family who appreciate the quiet comfort of a street close to any amenities that a modern family might wish for.