Robert, Thanks for the good wishes. Best of luck to you in the neighbor lottery. This story came to mind:
A man had new neighbors moving in on both sides of him. He introduced himself to the one on the left side and they chatted. That new neighbor enquired as to how the folks were in these parts. The "Old Timer" asked, "in what respect?" The new guy says oh I mean friendly or what. In my last neighborhood folks were just mean tempered, vicious, backbiting, meddling gossips, on a good day. Well, says the old timer, I spose your gonna see a lot of that here also, good luck, see ya later, I gotta go. The old time resident moseys over to the fence on the other side of him to watch the other new neighbor moving in, sees him and introduces himself. They chat and have a similar conversation but when the new guy is asked how his old neighborhood was he says it was grand, a real feeling of community or beyond that much of the time, more like family. Folks always looking out for one another, in general just a snug feeling of comfort and safety. The old timer says, "son, I'm sure you are going to find a whole lot of that here too, welcome to the neighborhood."
And the "Coyboy Philosopher" (Oklahoma's Will Rogers) once said, "Strangers are just friends you havent met yet."
Now for a reality check: I am an optomistic realist. I hope for the best and deal with reality. In the neighbor lottery you don't always fare well and given rotten lemons you can't make good lemonade. While I would never take any action, overt or covert that would directly bring harm to my neighbor as I refuse to lower myself down toward his level, nevertheless I would not be dissapointed if he dropped dead. There are precious few people in this world that I have personally met that I can truly say I wouldn't walk across the road to pee on them if they were on fire. My 40 something juvenile delinquent neighbor is at the top of that list.
Patrick (Just emptied the rain gauge, 1 5/8 inches overnight and could do more)