23-minute run with the team, three very slow pull-ups.
When we got home, an old man introduced himself and said he used to live here. He is the husband of the woman who sold the house to us. I was wary because it felt like it could lead to some Plot happening.
His wife died in a car accident last April in Florida. He himself was injured and had some memory loss and lost his license, despite being a truck driver. But he recovered enough to walk, and in fact had walked here from Malden. And he’s gotten his license back.
I asked him if he lived in Florida, and he replied that he had a house in Martha’s Vineyard, where he raised his kids and is going to sometimes live with his grandkids in an eight-bedroom house he has in Medford. (Goddamn, these boomers! You could be a truck driver that lives in Martha’s Vineyard?!)
He said the main owner of the home (his brother-in-law, who died and passed on the hose to his sister) was a short but very tough Vietnam vet. I think he said this guy used to organize games for kids and well-known in the Black section of town? (West Medford is historically Black. This man was White, the wife and brother-in-law were Black.) He sort of implied the brother-in-law was a paranoid type who may have hidden his money in the attic. I was wondering if he was going to ask to look in the attic for it.
(Oddly enough, the HVAC guys found some rings in the attic, though not really hidden. We just never looked around.)
The old man walked back to Malden, and that may be the start and end of that Plot thread.