And we don't even have a fence.

Here’s an update on my neighbor, Gordon.

I finally saw him yesterday. He was behind the wheel of his dinged-up Corolla, returning from the grocery store with his sister, Margaret. I walked up to apologize again about the day after Thanksgiving, when our out-of-town party guest parked in front of his mailbox. He thanked me for the cookies I brought over as peace offering, and told me not to worry, that aside from this kerfuffle, “you’ve been good neighbors.”

A voice inside my head said Good? More like incredible. But the voice that came out of my mouth said thanks, you too, because understatement or not, I have a reputation to maintain.