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Dealing with Difficult Neighbors

Started by Gryphon, November 13, 2006, 08:41:25 AM

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Ignorance and fanaticism are ravenous. They require constant feeding.

~Daisy~

Oh and you see those windows up near the roof of the brick portion? They closed in the ceiling so that those windows don't even have a use, other than to look inside at some insulation. What a waste of windows!

They used bathroom windows in the front, too...strangely disporportionate to what bedroom windows would look like in a space that large. No shutters. UGH
If you don't like what you're doing, you can always pick up your needle and move to another groove.
--Timothy Leary

Graybeard

Quote from: Gryphon on November 13, 2006, 08:41:25 AM
We've all had them. How do you deal with the folks with the obnoxious dogs, the loud music and cars, the "pigs" of the neighborhood who leave out their trash cans or litter their lawns?
Got any good "bad neighbor" stories?

Hey Gryphon! Nice place you've got here! I don't have any bad neighbor stories, except for one on myself. When I moved out here in the woods to the family farm, one of my uncles also lived here. I lived the biker lifestyle with all the gusto I could manage, so like the song says, "the road goes on forever and the party never ends" was pretty much an everyday thing at my place. After a year or so of raising hell and straight piped harleys coming and going at all hours, my uncle decided to move to town. I look back on that now and see what a pain I was. The strange thing about it was my uncle never once complained. Maybe because he was a biker and a little rowdy when he was young. Those days are long gone, but my closest neighbor is about a half mile away, so it would be hard to bother one another if we wanted to.
Ken Vreeke:
I ride because it's the ultimate therapy for the human condition. Plus, I like to go fast.