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I live at the back of my subdivision, so I drive past all the neighbors’ houses on my way in and out. They, on the other hand, don’t drive past mine. But I digress.

One house near the front of the subdivision seems to be the home of people unable to deprive themselves of anything.

The house is just a small ranch, so the headcount of residents can’t be too high. Yet, parked in the garage, and at various angles around the yard, are a Hummer, a Mustang, a Chevy Suburban, a GMC Sierra, and a Ford Contour.

They also have a white Chevy work truck, the kind with compartments and braided electrical cords; a trampoline; a mammoth redwood deck; and an above-ground pool.

For a while, an Avalanche and a pontoon boat sat out there, but both are gone.

These folks are on my mind because just recently, they added a Jeep to the collection.

I can’t help but wonder what goodies are inside the house.