My neighbors are all good. Live down the road, share produce, help each other when we can - for example he's got shoulder problems and can't put five gallon cans of diesel in his tractor, but I can. And then just like magic, my out of control overgrown orchard had a brush hog run over it. We hear shooting routinely in several directions, as in right across the road. There are million dollar houses just down the road. I even saw the sheriff a few days ago. We talked about moving, but have since come to our senses. We're here for the duration.