Buzz's comments in my previous post reminded me of a story. It again is about being a good neighbor.
The street I live on is all tract housing. Duplexes (legal description is townhouse and it sounds so much more elegant). I told Buzz that I usually plow a lot of sidewalks when I have my four-wheeler running. I like to do it and ever since I started wearing my snowmobile helmet and goggles, the only thing that ever gets cold is my toes. I just drop the blade at one corner, push the snow into the street and then go to the next corner and do it again. I only know a couple of my neighbors by name but I know more than a couple by sight and usually get a nice wave if someone is doing their driveway when I go by.
A couple of years ago I happened to be in Belgrade at lunch so I went to my little townhouse. Had a sandwich watched some TV and probably took a 45 minute nap. It had snowed the day previous and I had done my plowing of sidewalks. Anyway, I jump in the grizwagon and head back to work. I live on the north end of the block. As I get to the south end, I see a little old lady who had just finsihed shoveling a path to her car. The driveways on both sides of her were neatly shovelled.
Sometimes the oddest thing can make me mad. I immediately thought "if she was my next-door-neighbor, there is no way she'd ever shovel. What a couple of lazy motherfuckers that live next to this old lady and won't do her driveway." There are a lot of things I can put up with, but laziness isn't one of them.
When I got home that night, neighbor Casey was standing outside having a lungdart. I grabbed my shovel. He asked me what I was doing. I told him about the Old Bird down the way who had shitty neighbors and that I was going to do her driveway. He grabbed his shovel and came with me. We did her driveway the rest of the winter.
I don't know what happened to her. I did notice that her car disappeared that summer. I never knocked on the door and introduced myself. It didn't matter to me that she knew who was doing it, just that it was getting done.
Now for the fun part. I kept on plowing the sidewalks the rest of the winter. Except that when I would get to the Old Girl's neighbors, I'd raise my plow and skip their sidewalk. I'd drive through the snow so that they could see my tire tracks. I didn't want them to think I just forgot them. I've always wondered what they thought when they came out to shovel and saw that the people on either side of them had their sidewalks plowed but all they had were Lola's tracks. It makes me smile just typing this. Maybe next time they'll pay a little more attention. Probably not.