tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post969791439564531561..comments2024-02-09T10:55:50.410-06:00Comments on Jess Riley Writes: Won't You Be My Neighbor?Jess Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987689969282168406noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-50912420357170608542008-07-15T08:27:00.000-05:002008-07-15T08:27:00.000-05:00Your neighbourhood sounds great to me, minus the p...Your neighbourhood sounds great to me, minus the pedophile.<BR/>We live in a tiny working class town, which means that everybody knows my bizness. It's a good life if you don't snap.Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-18633708138965489352008-07-13T01:53:00.000-05:002008-07-13T01:53:00.000-05:00I miss neighborhoods like that sometimes. Here we ...I miss neighborhoods like that sometimes. Here we all share one bond, the military. We even share similiar times in the military lifestyle because we are separated into housing areas based on rank. Yep so much for desegregation in America! <BR/><BR/>The great thing is that we are all in the same sort of stages of live. Between 20-40 years old, children in elementary/middle school but other than that we come from all over the world really. Plenty of soldiers have wives from over seas or were originally from another country themselves and the rest of us well....I'm from Michigan my hubbys from Texas,we met in NY had both our boys in Alaska. We're pretty typical.My Two Army Bratshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00886760936018334993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-37388988405304662982008-07-11T10:54:00.000-05:002008-07-11T10:54:00.000-05:00At one point, I lived in the southern part of your...At one point, I lived in the southern part of your state, and I could see remnants of your neighborhood in mine. Of course, I think our town was polluted by the GM plant, so the neighborhood had more of an X-Files flavor, but it made for some interesting people watching!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-36193373543270894512008-07-11T01:23:00.000-05:002008-07-11T01:23:00.000-05:00I used to live in a neighborhood that was so bohem...I used to live in a neighborhood that was so bohemian, when I went trick-or-treating in the 5th grade I was offered a joint in lieu of candy. Ah, good times...Jamie Fordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11598784016743700502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-43916358606234053032008-07-10T20:11:00.000-05:002008-07-10T20:11:00.000-05:00I know where you liii-ive. It's only about...40? m...I know where you liii-ive. It's only about...40? minutes from where my folks live. And it sounds very much the kind of neighborhood I grew up in, and the kind of neighborhhod tp which I would like to relocate my family. <BR/><BR/>Jealous much, BA? Yep. You betcha, dere.Blog Antagonisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378330862349859998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-35900208833867898912008-07-10T18:51:00.000-05:002008-07-10T18:51:00.000-05:00I love this post. It's so John Cougar Middle Ameri...I love this post. It's so John Cougar Middle America Little Pink Houses Jack and Diane all rolled up into one happy unique neighborhood that you describe beautifully.<BR/><BR/>You are an artisian of words. (Go ahead, quote me: Manic Mommy calls Jess Riley an 'artisian of words.' ... did I spell artisian right?MaNiC MoMMy™https://www.blogger.com/profile/14038801888210803955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-50005364163796101382008-07-10T16:01:00.000-05:002008-07-10T16:01:00.000-05:00I know exactly which neighborhood you live in! And...I know exactly which neighborhood you live in! And I say that in the non-creepy weirdo way.:)Miss Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02091297727570383157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-82298874141371282092008-07-10T11:12:00.000-05:002008-07-10T11:12:00.000-05:00At my house before this one, there was a very nice...At my house before this one, there was a very nice mentally disabled man who would walk past on his way to and from various places. If we were outside, he would stop to talk. He had a French/Israeli accent (from what we could figure), and he spoke with a great deal of passion. Based on initial impressions, you could easily mistake him for a European with a lot to talk about.<BR/><BR/>For work, we once used my house as a location for a shoot. We'd rented a period car, and the guy who owned the car sat in his camp chair out front while we worked inside. <BR/><BR/>At some point, our friend walked by and stopped to talk. Later, the guy told me about it. He completely hadn't picked up on the fact that the guy was disabled. He said, "He was really nice... but he sure liked to talk about sharks."Katie Alenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17210222751354931694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-71811684293416454742008-07-10T09:43:00.000-05:002008-07-10T09:43:00.000-05:00No wonder you wrote such an awesome novel. Dude, ...No wonder you wrote such an awesome novel. Dude, you LIVE in a novel!Shellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10252114894311470243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-69254048898643642642008-07-10T09:16:00.000-05:002008-07-10T09:16:00.000-05:00My younger sister lives in the same city as you, b...My younger sister lives in the same city as you, but she doesn't make it sound nearly as charming. Perhaps she should explore other neighborhoods.Stefaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10128238432671375399noreply@blogger.com