I only know the names of the neighbors to the west of me. I'm very good friends with the neighbors to the east of me. We have a great deal going. Keith keeps my lawn mowed as payment for being able to use my (huge) backyard to plant a vegetable garden each year. My parents love Keith and his wife, Vicky, too. My dad treats Keith like the son he never had...they do all sorts of projects together...from working on the riding lawn mower, to wiring and plumbing Keith's hot tub. They're great for each other! Vicky is the same age as I, and was diagnosed with MS about a year ago. She's very disabled now, and needs a walker to get around. I suspect by winter, she'll be in a wheelchair. The neighbors across the street are a very quiet, private gay couple. I've only met one of the women, once...she seemed nice. I just wish that she'd get the muffler on her car fixed. I usually leave in the morning before her, but on my day off...it's so loud that it wakes me up!!! My back yard is so large that I've never met the neighbors behind me. My mom did a couple of summers ago. Apparently the lady behind me owns 13 cats! Obviously, her heart is in the right place! I don't know any of the other people on the street. I guess I'm not particularly 'friendly'!