Episode
The Neighbor
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- I Believe
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- Apr 7, 2026
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- 1872
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Summary
The shingles were hot enough to burn through his knees if he stopped moving. July in Leavenworth and the sun hit the roof and the heat came off in waves you could see rising like water that wasn’t there. He was skinny. Wiry. The kind of thin that doesn’t come from a gym. It comes from being on a roof in Kansas every day for years until the work carves you down to what’s essential and everything else burns off. He moved well up there. You don’t notice a good roofer until you watch one. The way the body knows where the pitch changes, the way the hands find the nail gun without looking. He was good at his work. You could see that from the ground. He lived above the great river. In the evening, he walked down the giant hill to the beer store. Not drove. Walked. He came back with a couple of tall boys, and he sat in the symphony of cicadas and evening glow and drank them. In the morning he went up on somebody else’s roof. Six days a week. Before I lived next to him, and after I left. He was a good neighbor. Quiet. Didn’t bother anybody. Had the sense not to drive after he’d been drinking. I never asked for his papers. It didn’t occur to me to. Little kids would play around his yard. He would drink his beer, listen to the cicadas, and go back to work. Some nights he dreamed. I don’t know what about. Probably the things men dream about when they’re far from where they started. I knew what I needed to know about the man. I don’t know where he is now. Maybe still in Leavenworth. Maybe he went home. Maybe ICE pulled him off a roof last year and put him on a plane. I think about him sometimes. Not because his story is tragic. It isn’t. His story is the story of the purpose of life. Eat and drink with those you love, and enjoy your work. A man who does hard work and drinks a beer…