Zero to Hero’s Day 4 challenge: Explore the Neighborhood, as intended, motivated me to check out and follow a handful of blogs that I hope will be interesting and inspiring. But it also got me thinking of all of the wonderfully quirky, and sometimes truly insane, “real” neighbors I’ve had over the years.
The Nutty Professor
One of my current neighbors is an 80ish-year-old retired teacher who’s losing his hearing. He insisted on inviting me into his home to show off his self-planned and -designed house after I helped him clear a fallen tree from his driveway.
The very loudly narrated grand tour included a lovely open-plan kitchen/living room space (where he hosts several well-attended parties each year), a king-sized four-poster bed and a walk-in glass-block shower that overlooks his courtyard (I don’t want to think about what types of entertaining he does there).
I must admit that several times I questioned whether he might bop me over the head and transport us into some creepy Lifetime movie, but he didn’t. Instead, he simply sent me on my way with an Japanese eggplant from his garden. A tasty thank you for being neighborly.
The Spuds MacKenzie
An old neighbor from the former-home-turned-funeral-home-turned-apartment-building that I lived in up in Northern Maine. This lovable, but alcoholic, Scottish-accented neighbor stumbled into my first-floor apartment several times thinking he was home (which is a little weird considering he lived upstairs, but whatever).
I had become accustomed to the regional tradition of leaving my doors unlocked (low crime rate), but after several unannounced, beer-hazed entrances by Spuds, I reinstated the lock and chose to ignore the occasional rattlings of the door knob. (A link for those who don’t understand the Spuds MacKenzie reference)
The Nearly Naked Neighbor
I encountered this odd gem and his live-in girlfriend as I was moving into my first home in Northern Maine. The fact that the “apartment complex” was a renovated sanatorium was probably foreshadowing.
Anyway, he happened to be from my hometown of Gainesville, Florida, which made my mother very excited, and both he and his girlfriend promised her to “look out for me.” And they did…for a few months.
Fast forward to January. It was a Friday night. I was chatting on the phone with my father before I headed out for the evening. I hear a knock, tell my father to hold on, and open the door.
“Well, you aren’t wearing any pants!”
There, standing before me in 20-degree weather, is my neighbor. He’s bare-chested, wearing an unzipped ski jacket, boots and ill-fitting boxers. Immediately assessing the situation, I assumed the building must be on fire and exclaimed, “Oh my goodness. What’s wrong?”
“Uh, nothing. Why?” he muttered.
“Well, you aren’t wearing any pants,” I stated questioningly.
He stared blankly at me. I paused for two beats. No change.
“Dad, I’m going to have to call you back.”
“Noooo,” my father exclaimed overhearing the exchange, as I hung up the phone still assuming there was some kind of unseen emergency.
I was wrong. Dad was right. Not an emergency. Just a drunk neighbor.
Nearly Naked Neighbor then proceeded to push his way into my home and tell me all of the ills he felt his girlfriend, who was out of town, had done to him and how cool he thought I was.
About 30 awkward minutes later, I was able to escort (shove) him out of my apartment, call my father to let him know I’d survived, and then head out with a bizarre story in tow to share with my friends. Needless to say, our neighborly relationship ended after that night…well, almost.
Several years later, after I moved back to Gainesville to care for my parents, Nearly Naked Neighbor called me. He was still living up north and had tracked me down (my number was unpublished) by calling my father and convincing him that it was an emergency.
Nearly Naked Neighbor then shared with me some grand conspiracy that was happening in the area and declared that I needed to come back (I had been a TV reporter up there) and expose it (pun intended).
So after patiently listening to him, I hung up, called my father, laughingly explained that the man who had called him was Nearly Naked Neighbor, and made my dad promise to never give out my number again.
The Fill-in-the-Blank Neighbors to Come
Thinking about these and other interesting characters, who literally have been my neighbors, made me cautiously excited about the virtual neighbors that I might encounter moving forward.
So I’m hoping that Mister Rogers had it right and that it will, indeed, be a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?
January 6, 2014 at 12:19 pm
This was hilarious!
I am also a little nervous to be making friends, for more or less the same reasons you are (although, seriously, wow, I have never had a crazy neighbor story quite as entertaining as your Naked Neighbor story, and I’ll admit I’m a bit jealous). But…you gotta get out there and be friendly if you want others to do the same!
That said, you’re funny. I’ll be your neighbor. And I promise I’ll keep all my clothes on.
P.S. Found you through the #zerotohero tag. As a fellow ZtoH participant, I wish you luck with your new blog!
January 7, 2014 at 1:03 am
Yay! I’m so happy to hear this made you laugh and am thrilled to have a new, clothed neighbor. 🙂 Good luck with the Zero to Hero challenge!
January 6, 2014 at 12:40 pm
Hilarious! Thoroughly enjoyed reading this post. Made me think about my crazy neighbors albeit not as interesting as yours 😛
Good luck with #zerotohero challenge! I’m doing it, too, and learning so much about myself as a blog writer and the direction of my site.
January 7, 2014 at 1:06 am
Haha! I think we all have a crazy neighbor story or two to tell. I had fun writing about these and am glad the story made you laugh.
Thanks for the feedback and good luck with Zero to Hero!
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February 8, 2014 at 2:54 am
believe me, you’re in great company as birds of a feather… you know what I’m talking about… 😉
February 9, 2014 at 4:25 am
Ah, Darien, I’m going to take this comment in the friendly, but call-you-out-because-I-know-you tone that I’m assuming you intended. Thanks for stopping by and posting. Made me smile 🙂
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