WE get along fine with our neighbors, although we tend not to do too much with the ones with small kids as we are past that stage.
Talk about a bad neighbor experience, I think I can beat most with this family story. In 1952 my mother's sister moved back to the family farm in Minnesota with her husband and 3 sons, she was pregnant with the 4th. Her husband was between jobs and our grandparents had invited them to live there until the job started up,
A reclusive man who lived next to grandpa's farm had no trespassing signs everywhere, it was rumored he had a still for home made brew. Anyway he shot one of the family's dogs because it trespassed on his land! My uncle Bill went over to pick bring the dog back and the man stepped out of his front door and shot him right through the head. Funny thing was uncle Bill was decorated war veteran who had served behine enemy lines in Burma in the OSS, and had also been shot down twice and survived; now he was dead. He left a wife and 4 sons between the age of 5 and 0 (the one in the oven, so to say). To make matters worse the guy who killed him managed to surrender all his life savings and ownership of his farm to his parents so my aunt would not get any.
