Every time that LSU got a touchdown, Shawn leaned out of her house and blew an air horn. "Take that, Steve, you OSU lover." After the game, she hung an LSU flag outside of her house and tossed a fire cracker or two over her voodoo garden.

Thursday morning, I was trying to force myself to get back to work on old paper, when I heard banging on my back door. It was Bill, another neighbor. The weather was so nice that he decided to use his workers to put in the fence that divides Bill’s and Shawn’s and our property, rather than next summer as originally planned. The fence style had to be chosen that second. Seven Mexican guys stood behind Bill with shovels and pick axes. When neighbors do work for you, things may happen cheaply, but there is a huge random factor that you just have to deal with.

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