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.