Sean Daly: On a Party Block, a neighbor is always outside, drink in hand.
On a Party Block, this neighbor might be you. But more than likely it's Chuck, a great guy — two tween kids, attractive wife, solid short game — who keeps a cold case of Miller Lite on call.
On a Party Block, you're not allowed to stroll inside your house after a brutal day at work. Not even on a Tuesday. Don't even think about it. Instead, upon pulling into your driveway, you sling your bag onto the roof of your Mazda and have a laugh with Chuck, who immediately offers you an adult beverage.
On a Party Block, Chuck does not take rejection well.
So you say, sure, Chuck ol' pal, one beer won't hurt . . . and before you…
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