Browsing michaelskis latest question of the day (all about "neighbors") I thought that a nice thread would explore some of our collective adventures with our neighbors......good and bad.
When I was young my Dad taught me a good lesson in religious tolerance. Our neighbors all around us were Jewish, and my Dad constantly belittled them. Thank you, Pops, for teaching me how NOT to act.
Living in the area along the Ottawa River, we spent a lot of time swimming in that polluted stream. We had a nosy neighbor who would always call the police and tell them we were swimming in the river. Was she being "nosy" or just trying to be a good neighbor and keep us from life-threatening diseases caused by the industrial pollutants? We all know the answer.....she also called the police when we played baseball in the field across from her house.
When I was first married we lived in a 2nd floor duplex. The duplex had a huge wrap-around porch and we would sit on the porch, grill dogs and burgers, and drink massive quantities of beer. Across the street was a drug house. We loved watching the steady parade of pimps, hustlers, ne'r'do'wells, rich kids, and overweight white guys who frequented the place.
My neighbor in south Toledo was an ex-Marine who spent all of his time sitting in a chair in his garage, drinking heavy liquor, and complaining about anything and everything. He hated the world.....and the world didn't seem real fond of him.
When I lived on Berdan Avenue, in west Toledo, my neighbor was a quite stunning young blonde, with a motorcycle. She would wear a teeny bikini and wash her bike, in the front yard, when traffic was heaviest. She also would leave her drapes wide open and run the carpet sweeper sans top. I hated that.
Living in rural Henry County we had few neighbors. Joan, down the road "a piece", always worried that the juvenile delinquents from the State of Ohio Youth Camp (a mile away) would ravage her and her brick ranch home. The kids at that minimum security facility only wanted one (1) thing.....to get out of the country and back to "the hood".
Here in Swanton we have a group home next door. In our nine (9) years here we have seen and met about thirty (30) to forty (40) different teenage girls, as they come and go, year by year. Once in a while the ole' black and white police car shows up and takes one (1) of the kids away. But, for the most part, they have been friendly and quiet neighbors.
Some mildly interesting neighbors in my mildly interesting life.
What say you?
Good Neighbor Bear