[Noah930]

Dave, would you like me to bring the motorcycle over to your parents for your wrenching party this weekend? I don't know if it's louder than those hated straight pipe Harleys, as I can't really hear them when my bike is running. (Just a little joke for you super sensitive types. Sheesh.)

My neighbors are actually pretty decent. 6 months after moving in, I was chatting with the husband in our driveway when he remarked that he didn't know I had a motorcycle. I told him I try not to ride it early in the morning or late at night, as it's pretty loud. He responded with a smile that isn't that how they're supposed to be?

Neighbor on the other side is actually an extended Cambodian family. Must be three generations living under one roof. We chuckle when we see them reaching over the fence to our fruit trees (with a picker, no less) to pick fruit. Not that we mind. After all, they don't complain about the mess made by the fruit that falls on their side of the fence. But it's funny, nonetheless. Particularly how they have the fruit picker thingie. But they own a doughnut shop around the corner, so they brought over a dozen a few weeks ago.

Actually, the one Dave needs this weekend is my wife. Years ago, when I was living in Boston, my car kept getting keyed. I didn't know who it was, as it's a college town. We borrowed my wife's roommate's video camera and set it up. My wife actually manned it one morning. Turned out it was the old guy across the street. He didn't like the fact that I'd park my car in front of his house, so he would key my car. We caught on episode on tape and had a little chat with the detectives in the precinct down the street. They, in turn, had a little chat with the homeowner. Stuff got resolved.