On a sunny day recently, The KingofHearts decided to take the afternoon to work on his brakes. I love this, not because it's a great photo (it isn't), but because this is the scene whenever there's a project to be had at our house. The KoH starts working and suddenly neighbors arrive from across the street to chat, offer a helping hand, but mostly just to act as unofficial foremen on any work that may be undertaken because things like that just can't happen without their knowledge. This is one of the only redeeming values my neighborhood has to offer and the main reason I'm not all that hip on moving anywhere else in the area. It's a rare thing when you have good neighbors and you should appreciate it when you do. I do.