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We moved into our neighborhood about seven years ago. Since we moved during the winter, the first 5-6 months we were home bodies. However after that we developed strong relationships with our neighbors.

We often enjoy each other’s company in the driveway with an adult beverage while the youngsters run the neighborhood. As such, we have fun, long conversations about anything and everything.

My wife came into the kitchen the other day with a funny little bit of trivia.

“Our neighbor went to Matt to get a vasectomy. That makes six, or like half the guys on our street.”

(Let me interject myself into this story, my wife’s cousin is a urologist.)

“So he’s neutered half the neighborhood?” I replied.

Tom inquirers, “What’s neutered mean?”

“Nothing buddy,” my wife says.

“It means they can’t have babies buddy.”

“You do it mommy!”

It has already been done.