Your Neighbors?

Tell us about them. Except for a couple accross my road who are well educated and very successful, some immediate neighbors are downright strange, although I live on a 24 + acre spread, the family at the bottom of my drive, on the left are Catholic zealots, PITA, very unfriendly, never seen a smile out of any of them. Accross the street from them is a crazy woman who claims the Blessed Mother sent her to the mountain to save souls, she dresses like an old time Nun, but in blue and white colors like a statue you see of the Blessed Mother, next to them is an old guy who wanders in the middle of the road, refuses to return a wave, never met the others, on my road, seen a few maybe once, if at all, tight knit community, ah, NO! Let's hear about you fellow Americans!

Across the road from me is a very nice couple. He's an executive pilot for Wendy's. I think she works, but I'm not sure. Next door to me is a woman, whose name I know, but that's about it. She's been there for around 35 years or so. There are six other houses on my road, but I've met just one other person -- he's lived here longer than I have and I see him every election when he knocks on my door and asks whether I'm going to vote. I have no idea what his name is.
 
I really like knowing my neighbors this well.

Across the street is a woman and her son (her husband died a few years back, so her son moved in to take care of her...they've been here longer than us). They're...special. Militia members, conservative Libertarians (I don't get that, either), and in general paranoid about everything. A couple of years ago they gutted their front yard and put in gravel from the road to the foundation of their house so they don't have to mow. They have also been known to come to the door cradling a shotgun if they're not expecting company. One memorable night the power company was out with a bucket truck checking something, and he walked out with said shotgun to make sure they weren't doing anything to spy on them.
 
Next door is a guy and his 15-year-old son, and some sort of uncle or someone else. One of the adults is a long-haul trucker. They have a dog that NEVER stops barking. They've been there less than a year. History of the house is interesting (to me, anyway). They bought it from my brother-in-law's brother, who in turn bought it from my grandparents. It was the original farmhouse for the land we all live on now, as well as that which comprises the condo/apartment development that got built in my back yard.
 
Those are the only other neighbours, and I know nothing about them. I resent the fact that their houses exist, so we don't do much in the way of socializing. My neighbourhood is a mix of houses that have been here 60+ years (our house used to be one of the "new" ones since it wasn't built until 1962) and houses that were built in the last ten years.

My neighbors are all friendly folks.  My mother lives next door and my daughter lives across he street.  Our neighborhood is a peninsula and about 75 homes are here and we know most of the folks that are here.  We have resided here for about 50 years.  Most of the property is lake property and most all of the land is a few acres or more.  We have no issues with any of our neighbors.
 
Paul E. Smith
Knoxville, TN

I live in a condo which has 35 townhouse units.  I'm not bothered by anyone above or below because there is no above or below.
 
I think there are 6 buildings surrounding our pool.  I was last in the pool when the women's marathon ran by my front door during the 1984 Olympics.
 
That was the setup.
 
When I moved in it was 1983 and I was the young kid.  Now I'm one of the "oldies".
 
I have no idea who my neighbors are on either side of me.  I've seen them but wouldn't recognize them if seen anywhere else.
 
Suzanne lives across the alley from me.  Most don't like her because she found a loophole in our master insurance policy that paid her $35,000 after a valve on HER inside water heater exploded.  I have no problem with this as she was smart enough to find that loophole after her policy was maxed out.
 
She is a complainer and for some reason she calls me when she wants to do her complaining.
 
Of the 35 units, there are two doctors and I think five attorneys.
 
The ethnic makeup is interesting.  (Is this politically correct???)
 
1 Japanese couple
1  Chinese couple
1 Korean woman
2 German woman with a thick accent
1 East Indian couple who now rent out their unit
2 Persian couples who both rent out their units
1 Armenian couple who also rent out their unit
1 African woman
2 Mexican families, one with a Filipino girlfriend
2 Salvadorean families
3 Black families
 
The rest of us are none of the above.  I think it makes it interesting.
 
I served on the board for a couple of years, a couple of years ago.  I became friends with one of the girls I'd see once a year at the annual meetings.  We both only lived here as neighbors for over 20 years.
 
I'm probably known as the one who doesn't talk to anyone.  It's probably more sociable around the pool.... another reason for not using it!
 
When I moved in I used to wave and say hello to the man with the gold Rolls Royce who lived at the end of my strip of condos.  I didn't know who he was until his passing was written up in the local paper.  He was one of the singing group, The Platters... one of the originals.
 
We also had a bit part, kid show actress living here and her unit is for sale if any of you want to be my neighbor.  Her first name is...  I'm thinking....  hold while I go look it up!
 
Her name is Daniella.
 
 
 
 
 
 

I live on a street that is just two blocks long, with the "cross street" ending at our street (like a "T").  My house is on the northeast corner of the "T".  My folks had the house built, the second house on the street, and we moved in Pearl Harbor Day (1941).  (All of the other houses on the whole street are at least 10 years old.)  I have two lots, with the house on the corner lot and the main yard on the lot to the north of the house. When my folks built they had a lot of trees planted in the yard on both sides of the house, and most of the trees are still around, which I love since I spend very little on cooling during the summer, due to all the shade.
 
I am probably the last of the original residents on the street, since most of the others have either died or moved away over the years.  The most contact I have with any of the others is usually a wave when they drive past and I am out in the yard, or a little conversation if we happen to be clearing snow from the sidewalk at the same time during the winter. 
 
Anyway, about 5 years ago a younger single lady bought and moved into the house next to me just north of my main yard.  Nothing was said for a couple of years, until she had the one fairly small tree in front of her house cut down.  She then started complaining that my trees shade her house (which for some reason, she doesn't like).  The leaves from my trees fall and blow into her yard!  (What did she expect when she bought her house and moved in?  That the leaves would fall straight down and automatically stop at the property line?)  She erected a solid 7 or 8 foot high fence along the back half of property line, but, of course, this doesn't help at all since most of my trees are at least 15 feet tall now.  I just try not to be outside whenever I see she is out there.

I've lived in a lot of places and have had a lot of neighbors.  They were all great.  But one stands out.......a couple of college kids that were attending UAA (Univ. of Alaska Anchorage) and were renting the condo across the hall from us.  When they moved out they were so kind as to leave a porn flick in front of our door. 

Was it any good?

I had one next door neighbor for about a year that was a nightmare.  Well it wasn't exactly him, but his presence.
 
The owner rented to 6 college kids which was a nightmare in itself, but this wasn't the problem of which I type...
 
I started having a mail problem...  I wasn't getting things that I was supposed to be receiving like bills.
 
It was finally (by me) figured out when I received a Christmas card addressed to M. Steinberg.   I may be called Mar, but never M.  I also didn't know the person who had sent it.  The greeting was from someone who definitely knew the M. to which it was sent.  Of course there wasn't a return address.
 
Perplexing!
 
I think it was a few days of looking at that card before I noticed the address under the M. Steinberg.  It wasn't mine... it was the next door unit.
 
I knocked on that door and one of those blurry eyed college kids opened it.  I asked if there was someone there by the name of M. Steinberg.
 
Yeah... Michael.  He took the card and that was that.
I expected my next door neighbor, Michael Steinberg to come over to say hello or bring me the mail of mine that he was receiving and keeping.
 
Nope.  He eventually moved and my mail service returned to the sub par service it once was.

I have lived in my current house since Dec '95. There have been 2 different neighbors on my left, 3 different neighbors in the house across the street and still the same neighbors on my right. I live in an older neighborhood. The house I live in was built in 1900 and the first owners of the house are whom the street I live on is named.
 
I would say my neighbors as of right now are likely the best I have had since I have lived here. We are friendly to each other, but not on a social level. There are no block parties or cookouts together. Actually the folks on my left are rarely home. They have 3 kids and usually go and visit relatives.
 
 

mar52


I live in a condo which has 35 townhouse units.  I'm not bothered by anyone above or below because there is no above or below.

I think there are 6 buildings surrounding our pool.  I was last in the pool when the women's marathon ran by my front door during the 1984 Olympics.

That was the setup.

When I moved in it was 1983 and I was the young kid.  Now I'm one of the "oldies".

I have no idea who my neighbors are on either side of me.  I've seen them but wouldn't recognize them if seen anywhere else.

Suzanne lives across the alley from me.  Most don't like her because she found a loophole in our master insurance policy that paid her $35,000 after a valve on HER inside water heater exploded.  I have no problem with this as she was smart enough to find that loophole after her policy was maxed out.

She is a complainer and for some reason she calls me when she wants to do her complaining.

Of the 35 units, there are two doctors and I think five attorneys.

The ethnic makeup is interesting.  (Is this politically correct???)

1 Japanese couple
1  Chinese couple
1 Korean woman
2 German woman with a thick accent
1 East Indian couple who now rent out their unit
2 Persian couples who both rent out their units
1 Armenian couple who also rent out their unit
1 African woman
2 Mexican families, one with a Filipino girlfriend
2 Salvadorean families
3 Black families

The rest of us are none of the above.  I think it makes it interesting.

I served on the board for a couple of years, a couple of years ago.  I became friends with one of the girls I'd see once a year at the annual meetings.  We both only lived here as neighbors for over 20 years.

I'm probably known as the one who doesn't talk to anyone.  It's probably more sociable around the pool.... another reason for not using it!

When I moved in I used to wave and say hello to the man with the gold Rolls Royce who lived at the end of my strip of condos.  I didn't know who he was until his passing was written up in the local paper.  He was one of the singing group, The Platters... one of the originals.

We also had a bit part, kid show actress living here and her unit is for sale if any of you want to be my neighbor.  Her first name is...  I'm thinking....  hold while I go look it up!

Her name is Daniella.

Do you have a vote on the Security Council?

Michael Hoffman


Was it any good?

My  favorite neighbor is the gal who lives across the road from us.  Her son and my grandson have been best of friends since kindergarten.  About  three years ago,  she came over to pick her son up.  I, unfortunately, answered the door with a glass of wine in my hand.   He is no longer allowed to come over and play.........there is always  an  excuse.........and  oh yes,  although my  grandson is the  kindest  and most polite kid,  that one could ask for,  she  has  told  a neighbor  that   they does not  want her  son to  pal  around with my  grandson  as  "he  is a  wrestler and so he is too rough." 

I suppose that I am extremely fortunate as I have no issues with any of my neighbors.  All of them are extremely nice and considerate.
 
Paul E. Smith
Knoxville, TN

I live on a private road out of town, 9 houses all 3-5 acres, I have 4 horses in the lot next to me, 3 horses and 2 mules across the road, we all get along well, lend a hand when needed, there's nothing that can't be built or fixed on our road.
Two neighbors have tractors, one back hoe, a track hoe, there are mechanics, electrition, hvac contractor, equipment operator, computer guy, cpa, I always get asked how to cook stuff.....then there are the people at the end of the road

chefbuba


I live on a private road out of town, 9 houses all 3-5 acres, I have 4 horses in the lot next to me, 3 horses and 2 mules across the road, we all get along well, lend a hand when needed, there's nothing that can't be built or fixed on our road.
Two neighbors have tractors, one back hoe, a track hoe, there are mechanics, electrition, hvac contractor, equipment operator, computer guy, cpa, I always get asked how to cook stuff.....then there are the people at the end of the road

Always are those... does their last name start with the letter V???

Mine are inmate 127641 and inmate 24681..Can any one tell me who inmate 24681 is ??????????????

That's my old number.

Well, if it was inmate 24601 it would be Jean Valjean.

Oh, man. When I get about half an hour to write I will.

PNWCHEF


Mine are inmate 127641 and inmate 24681..Can any one tell me who inmate 24681 is ??????????????

That would be a one Charles Manson!

Somehow I think that your neighbors will be a little like you
 
Paul E. Smith
Knoxville, TN

Hello All,
Most of my neighbors are retired and widows or widowers.
They are good people, still tending small gardens and ready
to share a good chat  I happen to be venturing outside at the
same time they are.  Talk is always of family, weather, and
a wee bit of gossip about other neighbors.  I find a sense of
roots when I share moments with them.
Then there is Eddie, a good ol' boy, who always interrupts my
mowing  with an offer of a beer.  He brags about the latest
lady he's been with, extols his horseshoe throwing skills at
the latest tournament, and spreads some of the most wonderful bullsh-t about anything else happening in his life.
He is a joy.
I doubt they have much to say about me...I listen more than
speak.  I absorb the good people around me.
Take Care,
Fieldthistle

Across the street is Billy D'Elia's mistress/girlfriend. One day about 10 years ago I was outside doing yard work, and about a dozen black Suburbans rolled up and served a warrant on Marlene, and about 2 hours later they removed two truckloads of documents from the house. Big Billy is currently a guest at FCI Tucson.
 
Next door on one side are the finest neighbors you'd ever want. We aren't friends as in we don't socialize or visit, but we're just really good neighbors. They are watchful and considerate, and we are the same in return. You really can't ask for more. They've raised 3 wonderful children to adulthood.
 
 
The folks that lived behind us, he is a short haul tractor/trailer owner/operator. I like him, he's a good guy. That house has a long driveway, and he used to pull his truck up next to the house and work on it there. It never bothered me, I was just happy he was prospering. She never bothered me, either, but a lot of folks think she's a witch. Whatever, I say. Anyhow, all was fine until she decided that she wanted to live in the bigger house up the hill, and around the corner. So they bought it, and moved up there, and kept the other house to rent. And when he started working on his truck in the driveway of his new house, and parking it there overnight, His new neighbors had a conniption fit. Because it's against the zoning laws to run your trucking business out of what is essentially a suburban neighborhood.
 
And the person complaining, the most, the one who lives across the street from the truck? Mrs Mosca's boss.
 
So there was a zoning hearing, and the truck lost.
 
And in retaliation, Mrs Truckdriver made a beautiful planter, out of a pink commode, and placed it out by the road next to the mailbox.
 
Which went before the zoning board, and the toilet won.
 
Which prompted this letter...
 
And this response...
 
And the saga continues. The toilet is now RED. The flowers look nice, though. Thing is, I think the world of both parties. It probably could have been handled if they'd have liked each other. But it's long past that now.
 
 

I live in an apartment complex in a "transition zone" between the suburbs and the hood near Syracuse University (down the hill they're shooting each other in the street, down the street they're shooting pool in their rumpus rooms).
 
The people across the hall don't talk to anyone, the guy next door to them parked his truck blind drunk one afternoon, blocking my car in, so I don't talk to him (how he didn't kill himself or anyone else is a miracle), and the lady next door makes a lot of noise in her apartment, but doesn't socialize either.
 
I just got the downstairs couple kicked out at the end of their lease, as they had loud parties and got into knock down, drag out fights with each other constantly, and at all hours. They escalated the shenanigans into physical threats when I started calling the police on them, which was stupid on their part... especially since they didn't even wait for the cops to get out of earshot before starting in. Tickets and court appearances, and it still "wasn't their fault". I would have gone down and talked to them myself first, but there is no way I'd get in the middle of any kind of domestic dispute to ask them to keep it down. I'm a big guy and can hold my own, but I'm not stupid.
 
I'm hopefully moving to a nice suburban neighborhood near the Adirondacks before summer gets too far along.

I have this one that has a obsession with his lawn. Mows two or three times a week, sometimes at ten at night! He's only been there about a month.

We live on a dead end street 3 houses from the dead end (the real estate ads call it a cul de sac...) that's about 1/4 mile long, so it's a very quiet block as far as cars go. We moved here 13 years ago, it was our 2nd house. 
 
For a fairly upscale suburban neighborhood it's amazingly diverse (we knew that going in, it's one of the things we liked). Our next door neighbors on one side are a Jamaican family, across the street is a Nigerian family, also there are Asians, Indians, and white ethnics (between my wife and I we are a mix of 6 different European nationalities) such as us.
 
We all get along, and we all get quiet by 11 PM. Everyone's friendly but there's not much socializing. That's fine with me, that can get old pretty quick.
 
I like it much better than where we used to live which was a suurban section of Elizabeth NJ full of old school reactionary local politicos and city officials who minded everybody else's business. I used to say that I decided who to vote for in local elections by voting for whichever candidate didn't have any campaign signs on any of the  front lawns on my block.

I live in a great neighborhood on the north side of Indy.  Several months ago, just 2 houses away from us, the owners of the house moved out.  I did not thinkk anything about it at the time.  But, now there are always at least 4 cars parked in the driveway-one of the garage doors is left open most of the time, the garage is filled with junk & garbase bags.  I have seen only men coming in & our of the house.  Upkeep on the house & yard has deteroriated, they just cut the grass for the after many weeks. 
I do not want to be accused of being a bigot, but I have heard loud talking & arguments in spanish.  I am not afraid,but I do believe the owner of the property is still living there.  Also, I wonder about the citizenship for the men.
What should I do?  Our homeowners association does not have the resources for an attorney to check ownership, etc.  Should I contact the INS or would they care.
Thanks in advance.

I think its REALLY jumping the gun to assume that because they speak Spanish and don't mow the lawn that they are illegal immigrants. I hope you have more reasons than that before you contact anyone.

Our neighbors are priceless - on the right we have an older couple - he has a BMW and a Jaguar - she drives a Jeep and sings opera at night on the deck.
On the left we have the 2011 edition of the Beverly Hillbillies - there's no Jed but there is a Jethro and Elly May - Granny Clampett can always be heard yelling and clapping her hands trying to get the the two tiny dogs and cat back into the house.
There's only one neighbor across the road who is going through a super nasty divorce so it remains to be seen which one gets the house with the huge pool.