There’s this guy on my block that yells a lot.
(That’s kind of a New York thing you get used to, like Subway (hopefully not Law School) Poopers).
He ha[d] this folding table setup where he’d play cards with his friends. They’d laugh and enjoy the sunshine and say (or shout) hi (or whatever) to passers-by.
They had a grill. What they were cooking smelled pretty good, most times.
They had music playing.