Like thy neighbor

We have great neighbors. It's odd that I know my neighbors better than most people who live in subdivisions. That's not the way I grew up!

It's not uncommon for us to have an impromptu BBQ with the family next door. Or everyone, kids included, sits around a Saturday night fire chatting. The girls watched our kitties daily when we took our month-long vaca a few years ago. I drive the girls to/front school occasionally. Rick and Rod share much of the same interests: repairing, hunting, fishing, drinking beer and telling tall tales.

We also enjoy riding our Hondas together in the summer.

Of course, we have a family of "city-transplanted" hillbillies on our other side. They are weird people, but we are still friendly. New house, but the work was so shoddy, they are suing the builder and the builder is suing them! Last year, we finally had to formally complain to the village about the huge blue tarp covering their roof...for 3 months!

Our next favorite neighbor, the tractor dealer guy whose name is on our road. Rick helps out in his shop some nights, since the guy is nearing 75. His grandsons are just a bit younger than our kids, but nice boys. They hang out over here quite a bit with the girls, my stepson and the Rick and Rod. They all ride dirt bikes, snowmobiles, fix cars, etc. Or just sit out on our patio and shoot the breeze.

That's what you get in a dinky town with a population less than most elementary schools!

The Last of Sheila (Coburn)