Anyone got a great neighbor?

My favorite neighbors live up the road--400 yards or better (that makes good neighbors). Anyhow both are Air Force pilots, ride dirt bikes, and drink tequila. And she's prettier than he is!
 
Yep, Ol' Rex. Rex was 89 when he passed 2 weeks ago. Lived across the street. We moved in to this house in 1965. I was 14 then. He was retired. He took up a lot of time with me and I just grew up with Ol' Rex always there. He helped with everything and was a walking encyclopedia. Always had a stub of a cigar in his mouth I never saw one lit. He just chewed them away. Prince of a guy. Grew a garden and kept the neighborhood supplied with corn, potatoes, greens, tomatoes and the like. I was on the road when he passed. I didn't find out until I got home two days after the funeral. He is missed.
 
The only neighbor I can see from here is a bit younger than I am. He's a very nice guy, and minds his own business, but will gladly lend a hand if asked. I try very hard to do the same.
His wife gives him trouble, but doesn't bother us, so I try and stay out of it.
His daughter is a sweet and friendly girl.
All and all I couldn't name anyone I'd trade neighbors with.
 
Neighbors on either side of us currently reside out of state, show up every couple of months to check on their houses and leave. They're perfect.
 
I have a near neighbor who is 81 years old. He keeps his sheep on my land and comes round to check them. Then he makes me go out to one of the local bars and drink beer. I hate going out drinking, but feel obliged to accompany such an elderly gent. He drives like a hooligan and asks me if I am scared. I tell him my eyes are closed.

With friends like that who needs enemas?
 
Good fences make GQQD neighbors. A guy in Rhode Island decides to leave his wife and move in with his new girl friend, NEXT DOOR! The scorned ex-wife buys a Parrot at the local shop and teaches the Parrot to Yell, Fu**ing Wh**e, Fu**ing, Wh**e, day and night. this goes on for a year, true story, finally the ex-wife is dragged into court. The judge finally decides she is in violation of the noise ordinance law and is required to abandon the Parrot.
 
I have several. Last year I had a Baptist Minister. He sold me a 1920 Luger for $600. I sold several of his guns. He invited me to his wedding.

Across the street lives Robert. I am pretty well set for tools, but Robert is in the top ½%. He lent me a concrete saw when I fixed the front porch, house jacks to jack up my house. Porch jacks to jack up the porch roof. About a month ago i asked him to take out a tree, about a 25 foot holly. He pushed it over with his backhoe and picked it up. He lent me a 2 axle trailer and i hauled it to the stump dump. He wanted $25 to cover the cost of fuel and I paid $25 at the stump dump.

In fact, I have had financial dealings with three of my neighbors (not counting the one I rent to.)

It seems to me that to be a neighbor you need to be neighborly. I have mowed my neighbor's lawn (without being asked), helped him build a garage, Blown snow off his driveway, lent tools etc.
 
I have a neighbor named Josh. He's a young guy, around 35 or so. Several times he has mowed my grass or shoveled my walk without being asked. Helped me jump start my car and carry in some heavy furniture. I do like the guy but he plays his dang stereo too loud. :) :mad:
 
I life in a fairly anonymous place. My apartment building is sort of sketchy -- the guy across the hall is a total tweaker and has confronted me in the foyer of my building numerous times and made me highly uncomfortable. Needless to say, I sleep better at night knowing that I'm only a foot away from a gun.

There was a blizzard here this past winter, though, and two neighbors in particular were quite lovely. One was across the street and let me borrow his shovel to get my buried car out.

The other neighbor lives in the apartment above me and saw me shoveling. He came out of his place, approached me, and said that it was painful for him to watch a little blonde lady struggle to shovel a pretty damned big car out of a snow drift. He pretty much took neighbor #1's shovel from my hand and proceeded to shovel my entire vehicle out and then brush all of the snow off. He also refused my help numerous times. It was really nice. I guess chivalry isn't dead.

It almost makes up for the tweaker across the hall.
 
My neighbor is a 99 year old lady, and she drives me crazy.

We moved in here last year, tried to make friends with her, things like offering to carry groceries into the house, take the trash cans out to the street on pickup day, things like that. She's so danged independent, she won't take help for anything! Still drives her car to the store, and to get her hair done weekly, works in her flower garden.

Rumor has it she grew up on an island in Alaska, and any young lady growing up in Alaska in the teens has to be pretty self-sufficient. I just wish she would loosen up, I'll bet she has stories to tell!
 
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