It was moving day for the Grown Son.
His old apartment was a run-down, crime-ridden tenement building.
In fact, while we were packing him up, the cops came several times.
Not for us, but still.
His new place is in a much nicer building.
And a much nicer neighborhood.
The new roommate is one of his best friends from high school.
He is neat, and The Grown Son is a slob.
Hopefully the kid will be a good influence on our little pig-dog.
I would hate to think that our little pig-dog might be a bad influence on the roommate.
Only time will tell…