I moved to my neighborhood 17 years ago, and now, except for the elderly couple on the corner who don't speak to anyone, I'm the old-timer of the neighborhood. I know all my neighbors, many of them to the point that I have their spare house keys. We don't have dinner or go out, but I can borrow sugar or a beer if I'm dying for one, and I'll watch their pets or I can call them to let my dogs out if I'm going to be late.
When I moved in, there were several elderly couples on the block. I'd watch out for them as they got more frail, and help them out around the house and yard if necessary. Sadly, they've died now and the block has a much different feel with lots of families with young children moving in.
The house next to me always seemed cursed, since it was either vacant or had awful renters for all the years I've lived there, until last year, when a nice young couple bought it and turned it into a home that someone loves, finally. It's amazing the difference that has made.
I've also met many people on the surrounding blocks on my dog walks, but we mostly know each other by our dogs, not by our names.
It might be the small-town Nebraskan in me, but I can't imagine living in a neighborhood that isn't friendly. Although I do have to say that I probably know more of my neighbors than anyone else does. Maybe that just means I'm a nosy busybody, but I don't think so.![]()



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