There's my neighbor across the street, Bill, I see maybe 2-3 times a week. He's known as Bill but I call him Liam, I thought it was a good fit for a name. He looks a little bigger and a little more Irish so I call him Liam. He keeps his yard together well, doesn't talk to me though. "Hey Liam!", but he doesn't respond. He's always welcome to my tool shed if he ever needs anything though.
There are a couple other ones I see from time to time. Michael and his wife Gina are a great married couple who like fine dining who have borrowed a couple of things from my garage but never gave them back to me. Same with Heathcliff and Casey (seperate houses) who I try to get to know but maybe they don't think they have something I can borrow back as well. I told them I don't mind if they don't have good tools for me to borrow, they could borrow my stuff unconditionally.
Looks like I live in a neighborhood of what may be intolerant people to an old person. Kids are just too intolerant anymore, not like they used to be 30-40 years ago. I just wish they all didn't have those parties at that mansion down the street without an invite. They always have a bunch of cameras at the house, loud music and a naked girls running around on the street having sex with the first person in front of them, probably for commercials we see on the television all the time. Paula and I live in this development too. We want to be in a commercial. I guess I'll let the dogs out now.
By: Peter Gilroy