The Neighbor Across the Street

We live in a city and in this city, there are avenues, streets, boulevards and roads. We, Fred and Wilma Flint, live on a corner lot, on a street. You can make fun of our names all you want, but the names still stand.  We have neighbors next door, that are renters. We have a neighbor in front that is catty-cornered to the right. They too rent. Finally, we have a neighbor behind us. They have lived there as long as we have lived in our house. I have been in this house for sixty years now. The house was built in 1923. My Grandfather and Grandmother bought the house in 1948.

Things have changed in our neighborhood. We had neighbors that stayed and raised their children. Of course, that was when we were living in a county and not the city. After the city moved in, they put a highway in front of our house. It was on two streets in front of us, but it was still close.  Then time past and they put a four-lane highway in front of our house. The only thing that separated us from the four-lane highway was a roll of houses.  The house isn't big. It has a living room, dining room, kitchen, a loaded bathroom, with two bedrooms. It has an attic, that we turned into a bedroom at one time. You must climb a ladder that is in the closet.

Unfortunately for us, the renters are rude transience’s. They stay until they can't pay the rent, then off they go. The trouble started ten years ago. The neighbors that lived in the house in front of us, start it.  We have always parked in front of the house. The house in front of us has a driveway in the yard beside the house. So, they don’t have to park in front of their yard.

One Saturday out of the blue, the woman of the house decided to park directly across from my truck. Thereby stopping anyone from getting through. They couldn’t go by our house to get to their houses.  No one said anything, in fear of repercussions. Wilma, my wife, told me that it was against the law for her to park like that. I told her we didn't want to stir up any problems.

Wilma and I, both parked in the front. Even though I have a driveway on the side of the house. One day we were parked as usual and a policewoman came up and started writing a ticket. We were parked five feet from the stop sign. Wilma moved her truck to the driveway, and since I was a handicap, I parked up front. More than five feet from the stop sign.

After this, the renter next door became friends with the woman across the street. Our

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.12.2018
ISBN: 978-3-7438-9188-3

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