I Am Your Neighbor

I am your neighbor. I am the one who left 250 tangerines in a box in the clubhouse last season because I had an abundance of fruit, and that’s what you do when you have an abundance of anything. Give it away.

I am your neighbor. I never complain when your gardener blows dust and debris into my yard the day after my gardener made my yard look like something out of Better Homes and Gardens. And now it doesn’t. But you are older than me and you have medical problems and you are doing the best you can. And I respect my elders.

I am your neighbor. I am the one who tells you you’re welcome to park in my driveway when all the visitor parking next door is filled with the vehicles of folks playing tennis or going to the dog park or who live down the street and there is no where left for you, a visitor, to park. And you’re elderly and it’s hard for you to walk the distance from the next visitor parking area to where you want to be.