While getting settled in their new neighborhood my mom noticed the sign in the neighbor's yard that read, "Goings" along with the street number of the home. As soon as my mom pointed out the sign, my dad (being the sociable person that he is) marched right up to the door and introduced himself to his neighbor.
Mr. Fred Goings answered the door, invited my parents in and gave them a tour of his house. They all got a real kick out of the fact that the Cummings' and Goings' would be neighbors.... and felt like they'd known each other forever.
True story (with a photo to prove it).
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