This is a tale of neighbors and nerve, and I tell it with hope - that you will realize it may be better to move than to offer to clean up a neighbor's nuisance for him.
Introduction:: Won't You Be My Neighbor?
Because mine isn't exactly Fred Rogers if you get my drift. Or Roy Rogers either… Although he does bear a striking resemblance to Trigger's behind. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
And speaking of drift…
If a tree grows in the desert, and there's no one around to see it, can it still make a mess?
You may remember Mike as the guy I talked about before who once had the audacity to invite me to his Christmas Party when all I was doing was standing in my own backyard, minding my own business.
Mike's wife is the little woman I've previously written about whom my own wife once approached in an hour of need. Linda said she'd help, but was conveniently not home at the time she'd told my wife she and her husband would be ready, willing, and able to assist – twice… on successive days. But between friends, who's counting?
The couple does have two very lovely sons – proving that two negatives do, indeed, make a positive.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
This is all about me politely asking Mike to unburden us from a growing nuisance and being heartened because he deigned to entertain my request.
Funny thing about "heartening" though – it's inversely proportional to the length of time between -now- and the point at which the original gesture occurred.
In other words, Mike's first symbolic effort turned out to be his last, best…
But this story's got it all - there's names, phone numbers, several addresses…. and pictures! And best of all, the conclusion isn't even written yet, so stay tuned.
Chapter One: Day 254, A Neighbor Held Hostage