My parents are the kind of neighbors that entire neighborhoods dream of having.
They have lived in the same house for more than 55 years and make it a point to know all their neighbors. They are not the nosy kind that watch you but they do notice if you are not on your usual schedule or if strangers come to your house during the day.
Dad waters his plants every evening and greets every one that is out for a walk so his neighborliness extends past our block.
He also likes to take walks and when he is out, checks on the rest of the neighborhood. He is especially interested if you are working on your house or your yard.
One house in the neighborhood had renters for a long time, but then sat vacant for a long time. It was on the verge of becoming a victim of blight when it was bought, gutted, garage razed, and even the bricks removed, while receiving its makeover.
Dad got to know the man who bought the house and kept up on the vast improvements that were made.
Then it got hot here, so hot that Dad stopped his walks for a while.
Last night, with the cooler weather, he resumed his walks and stopped by to check on the progress of this house. He went up on the front porch and because he is so tall, could glance inside.
Much to his surprise, it had been completed and the new owner was staring back at him.
He waited to see if the neighbor came out to ask why he was on the porch, but when he did not, Dad finished his walk and went home.
Within a few minutes, the first police car arrived.
The officer got out and asked if Dad had just gotten home.
Well, yes he had.
At that point the officer began to hem and haw, and Dad finally offered that he had been looking in a house that he thought was under construction and was that why the police officer was there.
The officer was clearly relieved and became more relaxed and began to explain that the neighbor had flagged him down with a very accurate description of Dad, who wasn't hard to find, standing 6'5" with overalls and an orange shirt.
Dad explained what he had been doing but before he could finish another squad car appeared.
The first officer gave the all clear sign to that car who also got out to hear the story which was again stopped as the third police car had appeared.
Pretty soon all the neighbors had gathered round as they were concerned thinking Dad had called the police, rather than ever considering the police were called for him.
Of course Dad ended up friends with all the officers, a lot of back slapping took place, plenty of chuckles, and I ended up with a good story.