Being a Good Neighbor – Part 1
Donna and Harold lived next door to us for years. I always had a secret crush on Donna, who looked much younger than her thirty two years. Because I was very married, I made it a point to keep my eyes, hands and fascination in check, but every now and then, something would give me a reason to pause and think, “What if?” Donna called one afternoon and my wife answered the phone. I heard Rebecca respond, “I’ll send Rex right over.” I knew instinctively, that when I was being dispatched to the next door neighbor’s house, it was usually to help Donna address an immediate need because Harold was either now around or out of town. The first time I was dispatched was to help put the garage door back on its tracks after …