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Neighbors

I am Jason, a mid thirties married man living in suburbia. My wife Tiffany and I have been married for almost ten years. We have no kids, she never wanted any. That sounded great when I was younger and I didn't mind when we bought the house in a great neighborhood. It's easy for us to manage our money and do all the things our friends can't. They have kids and all the trappings involved. Still as time goes on and Tiffany still puts work above everything else I wish we'd had a kid or two. Let me explain a little. I work at home most of the time. The company I work for is based out of town. They have projects and send them to me when their regular guys can't handle it. Sometimes it's just they have too many other things they are working on, sometimes it's too complex for their regular teams. The company has about fifteen IT guys. Half are probably about as skilled as most teenagers. The other half are better but still not at my skill. Sure they have a degree, I have several degrees and a natural knack for computing. Needless to say I don't get out much unless Tiffany wants to go somewhere or I surprise her with a vacation away somewhere. Sitting at home, as nice as it is in our house, can get boring. Sometimes I listen to the radio just to hear other people talking. It's times like this that I wish we had kids. My neighbors are mostly ten to thirty years older than me, and besides asking me which phone or computer I think is best for them they don't really talk to me. Many ...

... have kids, some even grand kids. Some days I sit by our pool and listen to the multitude of buses and kids as they pass my home. If we had kids I wouldn't be alone right now, I always think. It was a cool spring and one Tuesday night we had high winds blowing a cold front through. I ran out and folded up the patio umbrella and shoved it into the shed. Damn it was cold out. Less than an hour later I heard a loud crack followed by smashing sounds. I looked outside but couldn't see what the noise had been, it was pitch black out. I went back to my desk and burned the midnight oil on my computer. It wasn't until noon the next day that I discovered what the wind had done. I walked out back to find a huge branch from my back neighbor's tree had fallen and broken our fence. This was no little branch, it was half the tree! About a foot and a half diameter and probably twenty or more feet of tree branches laying in our yards and my pool. I surveyed the damage and it was relatively mild. Mostly limited to part of the fence and one unlucky patio chair. I made some calls and by the next morning had a guy cutting up the branches and taking chunks of tree and fence out of my yard and pool. He said the whole tree needed to be chopped down because it was now in danger of falling the rest of the way down. "Well I'll give them your information. But I can't tell you to cut down someone else's tree," I told him. He just laughed and nodded. I could tell he wanted to just do it anyway since he was ...