Often the police log includes disputes by neighbors, which range from being humorous to downright sad. I can’t relate to them because I’ve never had a bad neighbor.

My first neighborhood was so friendly that the adults would have monthly get-togethers that usually included a birthday cake for someone. Tupperware and Home Interior parties made the neighborhood rounds until there was no more room on cupboards or walls at any of the neighborhood houses. The older neighborhood boys played basketball in the upper hayloft of our barn. The neighborhood girls and I picked pussy willows, cattails, dandelions or rode bike. At harvest time, we neighborhood kids were welcome to pick ice cream buckets of peas left behind around the corners of the fields that the picking machines had missed.

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