Cherokee — The Noisy Neighbor

So here’s to the Cherokees of the world: the loud ones, the early risers, the harmonica players at dusk. They’re not breaking the peace. They’re keeping it from going silent.

We just needed to turn up our welcome.

Every neighborhood has one: the resident who doesn’t just live on the block, but fills it. For us, that’s Cherokee. cherokee the noisy neighbor

When Mrs. Jenkins fell in her garden last winter, Cherokee heard her soft cry from three houses away — because he’s always listening, even when he’s blasting Motown. When the stray cat had kittens under his porch, he didn’t shoo them away. He named each one after a jazz legend and updated us nightly on their “first mews.” So here’s to the Cherokees of the world:

But here’s the twist: Cherokee isn’t loud because he’s rude. He’s loud because he’s present . We just needed to turn up our welcome

And we went. Every single one of us.