When I was growing up, in the same house I always lived in, across the street lived the J family. We had six kids and they had five. The ages of the children staggered a bit, whereby a baby was born about once a year between our two houses.
All these years (decades) later, and Mr. and Mrs. J still live across from my parents. They are simply the best neighbors in the world — hands down.
Here’s an example of their kindness and neighborliness: Back in the fall my sisters and I surprised our parents with an unannounced weekend at their house. Three of us flew in from various parts of the country and the fourth sister lived close enough to pick us all up at the airport, then drove us the two hours to our family home. We arrived late one Friday night, and soon after, the news…
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