After I moved into this neighborhood, I met a really nice guy named Jack. Jack lived in the house across the street. I was outside walking my dogs one day when Jack was outside in the front yard. He was working on a wood building project and I decided to ask a couple of questions. I learned a lot about Jack in the 30-minute conversation that the two of us share. Jack was a retired contractor with the knowledge and skill set to complete a variety of projects. When I had an issue with my air conditioner, I decided to give Jack a call to see if he could help. When Jack was finished with his day, he came over to the house and helped me out. The issue with the air conditioner didn’t turn out to be a really bad problem and I was thankful to have some help from my friend. I continued to call Jack whenever I had problems in the house. Unfortunately, Jack moved out of the neighborhood and bought a house on the other side of town. We still see each other from time to time, but I miss having a helpful neighbor across the street. Jack and I had a lot of great conversations and I consider the guy to be one of my best friends. It was nice when my friend lived close, because we could see each other any time that we wanted. Now it takes a lot more planning and a couple of days notice before we can get together and talk about life.