the "co-op"

My new living place began as a spark of imagination (amongst an endless amount of fellow sparks) in Keveau's head. He had the idea to gather some like-minded friends into a rental agreement for the duplex next door to his purple-shuttered home. This partially happened as some undergrads continued their lease on one side contrary to our vision. Stephan (we'll, he has yet to fully move from D.C.), Seth and I have laid claim to the plentiful hardwood footage of 401 Keller St. While we have big plans to cooperatively share anything we can think of across the small side-yard, so far Dalton spearheaded the effort with some tasty Baba Ghanoush and later pesto (both with ingredients from either their CSA farm share, the garden plots across the street, or from a local grocery store dumpster (not kidding). We had an amazing impromptu falafel dinner last week before the Appalachian Porch Party. I'm proud to say our Porch Party sported a couple sets of overalls, some moonshine/rum distilled in the front yard and a bonfire in a wheelbarrow. With a little muscle from Ken, the guys successfully installed our new porch swing. Bella, Dalton's mostly Beagle doggie and Keveau's cat Conga hang out at our place on a regular basis to do their part.