Neighborly

With the thought of a possible move sometime this year, it has me thinking on neighbors. I have had all kinds, but I wonder what prospective new neighbors will be like.
Currently, I like most of my neighbors ok, the exception being the one psychotic neighbor who decided to suddenly pretend I was a horrible person because she owes me money. The same one who cut a hole in the fence to make way for a privacy fence that was never put up, then complains that her dogs come into my yard. She is a real piece. Other than her, I like, or have liked most of the neighbors in this cul-de-sac.
Surprisingly, two of my favorite neighbors, and one of my least favorite were at the house right before this one. I had 4 college boys living right next door to me, and at first I was a little afraid of what sort of crap would go on there. Found out pretty quick they were all real quiet boys and all very sweet and helpful. They would see me struggle with a car seat and groceries and rush over to help me, or offer to help cut the lawn or whatever (at this time I was married, but he was gone in Afghanistan). They did have what seemed like parties once a week, with all kinds of cars parked all around the block, but they were never loud at all. I thought it was pretty odd. I noticed several months in while several young men were leaving these gatherings that they all had the same black t-shirt with white lettering on them that had the acronym W.A.S.P. on them, with writing underneath that I couldn't read. I got online and looked it up, curious if it was some geeky gaming thing, but was shocked when I discovered what it was. Still, they were the most respectful boys I have ever met, and it seemed so weird to me.
Across the street, an old man lived by himself. I think he was retired, because all he ever did was work on his old car in his garage on his days off. Every weekend, Friday or Saturday night he would start drinking, all alone and I would go sit on my porch and listen to him sing George Jone's's 'He Stopped Loving Her Today' over and over again, so sad and mournful and perfect. I never spoke to the old man, but I loved having him as a neighbor!
Next to him was a family with 3 daughters who were all home schooled and all made their own clothes. The daughters did, even the 7 year old. They used to invite Brynn over to spend the night, but after one time, Brynn turned them down flat every other time. Every xmas they would bring over a giant nine inch nail with a ribbon tied to it and the story of jesus's crucifixion to hang on our tree. They were regular kool-aid drinkers and more than a little creepy... Not my favorite neighbors at all.
Before then was another little house, and the old couple next door were super nice. He even helped me out of an insanely humiliating situation once when I was really really sick. i had strep and I was laid up on my couch, living alone at the time, so I was in a t-shirt and undies, though there was a foot of snow outside. The yard wasn't fenced, so when I put the dog out, it was on a lead line. I was laying there, watching horrible daytime tv, feeling miserable when I saw a flash of black shoot by the window. I sat up, and my dog had broken his chain and was running loose. I wrapped my blanket around me and went to the front door and opened it, hollering for him and he came almost to me. I stepped out, barefoot into the snow to try and snatch his chain up, but he shot away and i dashed a few steps after him, my blanket catching on the door and pulling it shut. the door was of course, locked. The blanket was, or course, trapped in the shut door. I stood there shivering and looking around, forgetting about the dog for the moment, then decided I was too sick to be modest, so I dropped the trapped blanket and ran next door in my tshirt and bare feet like a crazy person. The old man answered the door and his face turned all red at the same time he yelled for his wife and yanked me inside. I tried to explain what had happened, but I was running a fever and my teeth were chattering too hard to be completely coherent, but he finally understood I was locked out. This 85 year old man pulled his ladder out in a foot of snow, tromped through my backyard and climbed through an unlocked window into my house and opened it up for me. He was a great guy in my mind until a couple weeks later when I caught him peeping in my window at me and my soon to be husband. (now ex-husband)
So who will I get next? Some awesome party'n neighbors like I have had at this house? Some quiet crazies? Religious nuts? Peeping toms with crooked halo's? Excited to find out.