It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...
My husband and I live in a peaceful cul-de-sac on the south side of Fargo. It's a lovely neighborhood, where the houses aren't too big or too small, and the trees are tall enough to cast shade, but not old enough for the root structures to have cracked the sidewalks and damaged the foundations. It's quiet. People water their flowers as grills sizzle, dogs bark occasionally, and children ride their bikes up and down the street. We are just far enough removed from the nearest traffic arteries that the sound of rushing cars blends gently with the rustle of the leaves in the trees.
The other day I returned home to my quiet street to find a bright yellow note taped to the front of my garage. It read, is scrawling block letters, "If you continue to drive recklessly by speeding and driving the wrong way to enter your driveway, you will be reported to the police. There are many young kids in this neighborhood. Including a visually impaired, physically handi-capped little boy. If you have any questions, feel free to talk to ANY of the parents on the block." No signature. No phone number. Just a sarcastic "thanks" scratched across the bottom of the paper.
A beautiful day for a neighbor...
I was shocked. Thoughts tumbled through my mind, one after the other. Who wrote this? Some lady? Reckless driving? Police? Huh? Handicapped kid- how am I supposed to know there's a handicapped kid wandering around? Entering my driveway wrong- what does that even mean?
I ripped down the note, taking a huge chunk of paint off with it. I glanced up and down the deserted street before hurrying inside, where I sat steaming over the nasty note. Reckless driving, really? Admittedly, I did rather zoom out of the driveway earlier in the day, but I don't think a loud engine equates to reckless driving, and there's no way I could have even broke 30 mph before reaching the stop sign at the entrance to the cul-de-sac, and I know I was in a hurry, but was I really going that fast? I smirked at the "reminder" that there are many young kids in the neighborhood. Yeah, there are. A LOT. We've lived here for six years, and have watched as houses have been bought and sold up and down the street. There's always been one or two families with younger children, but never as many as there are this summer. It's like they cropped up out of the ground and multiplied like the rabbits under my deck. These kids are everywhere. Selling lemonade, building cardboard armor in the yard, chasing dogs, zooming around on scooters and bikes. Trust me, I am well-aware of their presence. But a handicapped child? This I was NOT aware of. But how the hell am I supposed to know there's a special needs child living on the block? Does he carry a sign that says, "Watch out! I'm visually impaired!" I'm guessing not. My blood boiled as I imagined a neighbor "concerned" enough to leave this nasty note, but not so much that they would have taken the time to come over and give me a heads-up that their child is challenged and may not have the faculties to get out of the street when there is a car coming.
I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you...
I taped the note up in the middle of my picture window, hoping that the neighbors could all see it displayed in silent defiance of their request. I imagined them all outside, pointing at it and gossiping about the crazy lady who tries to run down their kids in the street. It stayed there until my husband came home and removed it, rolling his eyes and telling me to get a grip.
Entering my driveway the "wrong way"? Wtf. Pretty sure I've pulled into and out of my driveway the same exact way every day for six years. If I've been doing it incorrectly, this is the first I've heard of such a thing. By all means, let's see the "proper way" to pull into a driveway. Is she referring to the rare occasion on which we back one of our vehicles into the driveway instead of pulling in headlights first? Because I'm pretty sure that's not against the law. And if she's under the impression that the cul-de-sac is some kind of one way...uh, there's no ONE WAY sign. I've never heard of a situation in which you would assume that a street is a ONE WAY. I would assume that a street is a regular two-way unless otherwise posted.
In regards to the special needs child whose safety I may have put in jeopardy ..I think it's reasonable to say that I would have no way of knowing that a child is visually impaired unless someone tells me. It would have been nice to have been informed by a neighbor face-to-face instead of via anonymous threat.
It's a neighborly day in this beautywood, a neighborly day for a beauty...
My husband and I live at the keeps-to-themselves end of the cul-de-sac. There are five or six houses in a row that contain couples and singles with no children. We don't have gatherings in the driveway, or mingle with the large families on the street. We don't have kids for their kids to play with, we don't have dogs to walk, and have never popped over with a casserole or asked to borrow a cup of sugar. I certainly don't mind. When I was growing up, we lived on a corner with no other houses across the street or behind us. In fact, we had only a single house adjacent to ours, and my mother grew the hedge six feet tall. Not because she hated the neighbors, she simply valued privacy in our yard. If my neighbors want to have yard parties and bonfires, great. It adds to the general ambiance of the neighborhood, and I enjoy giving and receiving a friendly wave as I cruise by. I've never once felt a pang at not being invited to a neighborhood gathering, but the passive-aggressive hostility displayed by whomever left that note is a different beast altogether.
This situation has weighed heavily on my mind ever since I peeled that note off my door. I've toyed with the notion of formulating a response letter to the anonymous author, and leaving a copy in the mailbox of each and every house on my street. You throw a rock at my house, I throw one at yours, right? However. I don't want someone else coming home to a letter of questionable intent taped on their door like an eviction notice. I don't want anyone else feeling as confused and unwelcome in their own neighborhood as I did that day. Besides, I'm too smart for that. I realize that if we keep throwing rocks, something is going to get broken, and the peaceful tranquility of the street will be gone forever. Instead, I'm posting my response here, in hopes that with enough sharing, my thoughts and words will eventually reach her ears.
Dear Neighbor,
I want to apologize for startling you the other day. I pulled out of my driveway pretty fast, and it may have appeared that it was without consideration to any children who may be playing nearby. Not having any children of my own, it's easy to forget that other peoples' may be underfoot. There are more children living on the street than ever before, and I admit that I'm not always as careful as I could be. I realize that your note was written out of fear for the safety of your children, so I can easily forgive the tone. In the future, please feel free to stop by with any concerns you my have regarding this subject. My husband and I are reasonable people, who very much enjoy living on this quiet Fargo street. We have no wish to cause harm or discord in any way. If we've done anything in the past to make ourselves seem unapproachable, I assure you that it was not intentional. If we aren't home, and you choose to leave another note, please include your name and number so we can chat. :)
Yours sincerely,
Gina & Pete Bushey
So let’s make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we’re together, we might as well say,
Would you be mine? Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?
