A Slice of Life in Suburban California

In my neighborhood no one really knows each other, but it's amazing what you can learn about your neighbors when the postman delivers mail to the wrong house. 

Apparently someone on our street is an administrative assistant Scientologist who collects things from the Danbury Mint. Who knew?

(Please note: no law was broken in the writing of this post. Said mail consisted only of catalogues and magazines and direct mail flyers.)