Anonymous wrote:My favorite neighbors were in a dodgy but cheap dusty southwestern town. There was an extended family occupying two houses across the street from each other- one next to us and one across the street from us. I was working from home a lot - DH and I took turns keeping an eye out. These people were so entertaining- they would get falling down stoned on something and start fighting each other. Strange Cars would pull up at all hours- and keep the motor running. Once they had a cookout- don’t know what they were cooking but the fuel appeared to be anything in the yard that wasn’t nailed down.
One Day I was lucky enough to be home when 3 cop cars raced up, silently, with a canine,and after a very perfunctory announcement bashed the door on the son’s house across the street! Amazing! They took him out in handcuffs I got to tell DH all about it and he was so bummed he missed the spectacle.
A couple weeks later the man was back home with super short hair and a very conspicuous ankle bracelet.
Another neighbor on that block was Bill- an old super skinny gentleman who had lived there for 49 years. He went flying with his son every weekend, and would always tell us when he was going to fly overhead- so we would go out in the street and wave. He was a widow and he had left the laundry hanging on the line that his wife had put out the day she died.
I miss those people- all my other neighbors have been so boring.
I just love these stories!
I once lived in a cottage on a farm lane. The farm had bought six cottages, moved them to the lane, and rented them to students like me. We all got together for badminton, figure drawing, potlucks, and playing music. When a bad date found my little house,showed up one night, and wouldn't leave, my neighbor and my dog chased him off. The farmer's cat followed him around when he did chores. It was wonderful.