Our second crazy neighbor is near our current place in upstate New York. We call him, "the consumer," since he has the tiniest house on the block but is constantly buying big ticket items like a riding lawnmower, snow throwers and jumbo gas grills. Each time he buys a new something-or-other, he comes across the street and gets Jack so he can show it to him. What's weird about this, is that Jack is so clearly not that guy. He can barely muster up the energy to say, "That's nice," in a quiet voice. Jack doesn't care about gear (unless it's music gear), I have never seen him admire a car, motorcycle or state-of-the-art meat cooking device. But the guy comes over and fetches him, and Jack obediently goes, looks at the item, and finally says, "It's nice." And every time, the guy across the street says, "It better be! I paid enough for it."

Anyway, we love that guy too. He's so sweet. But so, so weird.

So come on, tell me your crazy neighbor stories.