I hear Mr. Rogers singing as I type this (“won’t you be my neighbor….”). Seriously though, as an about 50 year old, I have had mostly great neighbors in my life. Actually growing up we had sort of a grouch for a neighbor. I think I’ll post about him one day. However, today I want to talk about the value of having great neighbors because really good neighbors are priceless!

Of course, you can’t always know how great your neighbors will be as looks can be deceiving and people move. However, if you have little kids and you see a bunch of kiddy bikes in the front yards on a street you are looking at that’s a good sign. Trying to find like-minded neighbors is great. That doesn’t mean you have to be clones but have some similar interests. For example, our current neighbors are all the other political party from me, and sure I wish I wasn’t the lone guy on the island, but having different politics isn’t a big deal. What is a big deal is they all have kids, most of the kids are similar ages to mine, they all are professional college educated people, and they are all within a few years age-wise of us which is great.

Having said the above I truly think we hit the neighbor gold-mine where we live. Over 15 years there and I truly trust all of them. If there was an emergency and I needed to ask one of them to take care of my kids, or anything else that might come up, I wouldn’t hesitate. They are all good people. We aren’t best friends with all of them as we have different interests but we are all friendly and when we have a neighborhood get-together, as we did last night, it is always nice to talk to all of them!

How did we get to the point of having this incredible group of neighbors? Some of it is dumb luck of course. If I counted all 7 houses that made the court we had 15 kids at one point and now two houses have moved so down to a net of 11 kids as we have a new baby at one of the new neighbor’s house. There is probably about a 10 year age spread from top to bottom but most of them are within 5 years of each other and currently 4 of them are in the exact same grade at school. So that’s lucky.

Beyond the luck what have we done? When the kids were little there were always kids playing in the streets and parent’s sitting together, talking, and watching the kids (more talking than watching). We have had family dinners out, we have had couple’s nights out, we have had family pool parties, we have had adult wine parties, we have even gone on several vacations where some number of us all rented houses together up near Lake Tahoe (more on that another day). We have gone to the Sacramento King’s games, we have coached sports together, our kids played sports together (I think one year about 11 or 12 of the kids were all on the same swim team). So we have done bonding activities and done them consistently and done them for many years.

We have done little things. This is the first year that we have not all “boo’d” the other houses at Halloween. The act of out-boo’ing your neighbor became legendary as we would all try to cultivate the best selection of candy, toys and decorations to leave on another’s door step each Halloween. Heck, then there is trick-or-treating itself. I think the parent’s enjoy it more than the kids. As the kids run off to the next house the parent’s enjoy a leisurely stroll around the hood, sipping a beer or warm glass of cider, and chatting about life.

What have we not done? We live in a HOA controlled hood and you have to get things signed off on by your neighbors. For example, exterior paint color, exterior house modifications, etc…. Whenever one of my neighbors has come to my door, with an HOA form, I sign FIRST and then ask what changes they are making. I want to make it clear I support them whatever they want to do. Yes, I trust them but don’t be a thorn in your neighbor’s side or even give an impression that you might be a thorn in their side!

Also, don’t be annoying, don’t be loud (unless you invited all of them to the party too), and basically don’t cause problems. Nobody likes a neighbor who has bad friends that come over. Nobody likes a neighbor whose kid has a party, the punks leave trash everywhere, and they don’t clean it up.

Go out of your way to set that great first impression, go out of your way to be nice, be a good human, be a good parent, be a good child, and that will help you to be a good neighbor!

Until next time….

The older you get the longer term friends you might be lucky enough to have. At the ripe old age of fifty plus one I have known my boy Howie, aka: “Footloose” (the best dancer in a group of white guys in the 80’s it seemed to fit – plus he vaguely resembled Kevin Bacon in that classic movie) for about 45 years. We met in the first grade so what were we? 6? 7 years old? So do the math and it’s about 44-45 years. I need to figure that out one of these days but I think 45. We met because my mom (Momz, RIP) saw that another kid in my first grade class lived a block away so she connected us.

At that point, when kids were allowed to explore the neighborhood without parents trailing at all times, we would go out on Big Wheels and later bikes, with no parents and aimed to get home by nightfall. We played every sport imaginable, we collected baseball cards, and then we played more sports. My gosh did we play sports back in the day! 2 on 2 football in the front yard, pickle (aka: man in the middle) where we would flood the frontyard grass and then work on our best slides (Momz didn’t love that game), and all sorts of other games we invented. Then as we got older it turned to listening to music (back then KROQ was the cool radio station in Los Angeles and we listened to local LA band Oingo Boingo as well as all the “new wave” groups like Duran Duran, The Smiths, Modern English, etc…. Then, of course, as we were teens our friendship turned to girls and talking about them. Before you knew it we were off to college on different sides of the country….

We stayed in touch during college – and this will sound crazy – without email or social media! We used the phone and/or sent mail through the Pony Express… I mean the USPS. We met up in Barcelona as I did a semester abroad in London (that language was tough to pick up) and Howard did a semester in Barcelona. We hung out in the summers back in LA in between summer school, summer jobs, summer girlfriends… and we played more sports… golf, tennis, basketball. His parents moved up the hill and mine moved to Utah. Yes, moving from LA to Utah will be a post in it’s own at some point.

I am typing this as I get ready to talk to Howie in a few minutes. We talk generally once or twice a month. He met his birth mom last week and I am excited to hear the details about that. Heck, maybe I’ll ask him to guest blog one day and tell you about that experience!

I remember visiting Howie in grad school in Blacksburg, VA. Fun trip! We drove around the area and ended up in the next town over. There was a friendly game of hoops going on, in a local park, so I suggested we jump out and join in. We were the only white guys but the international language of picking teams and passing more if you can’t shoot works for people of all backgrounds. Now, I should say I never played organized basketball and Howie is better at tennis and golf… but we had a good time that day running up and down the court for a long while. Winning, losing, enjoying life! Heck, enjoying life when you could walk away from hours of exercise without having soar feet, a tweaked knee, and searching for Advil!

Howie came to my 30th birthday when we rented a bus and toured the Sonoma wine country. It was called a “wine tour” but was really more of a drunk fest. Blog, with pictures, will be posted eventually!

I went to his wedding in Santa Barbara, he came to my wedding in SacTown, his bachelor party in LA, my bachelor party in Tampa. Plus, we got together at other times – Thanksgiving in LA, snow trip to Utah, my visiting him in Iowa, and the list goes on. Now we get together once or twice a year for a guy’s trip usually. A weekend in Vegas, Phoenix Open golf, guys golf trip to Tucson, Chicago Cub’s game at Wrigley, and the list goes on. We are now talking about a guy’s trip to Scottsdale for Spring Training this coming spring and walking the Camino in Spain in the next year or two. I think our wives are happy to get us out of the house. Hmmmm….

Shoot, I just realized this is getting too long so I will tell you more about Howie another time. For those that know Howie will want some legendary “Howie the cheapskate” stories and I promise a whole blog dedicated to that! However, maybe I’ll also tell you about his success as a family man and a businessman!? Or maybe about the time we rode RAGBRAI (bike ride across Iowa)!? Or how good he is at enjoying life – a trait and skill we all should take lessons on!

For now I got to get back to chillin’ on this lovely Sunday.

-TheGuy