For the most part, all of our married life we've had good neighbors. Way back in the Dark Ages we lived in a duplex (2 residence row house for the Yookers) and we were broke. I mean BROKE. I walked the roadways looking for stuff to sell at the recycle plant.

The neighbors gave us $100 for groceries, and said to pay it forward. This was long before 'pay it forward' became common. I can't remember how many times we have paid it forward.

It seemed that when our kids were small most of the neighbors were grand parent age and our kids grands lived far away. All the neigbors 'adopted' our kids as foster grand kids. They also 'adopted' any other neighborhood kids in need of grand parents.

The worst neighbors we've ever had are actually the current ones, and as 'neighbors' go they aren't bad, really. Just young kids living in a house that Daddy owns. The house is a run down rat trap, weeds and dirt instead of a lawn and they are just making it all worse. They don't really 'bother' us at all, but we are sick of looking at the mess they are making of the property (in town!) and hope they aren't ruining the property values too much.

The City does try to make them clean it up, but poor mouth excuses go a long way in a small town.