It may have taken a minute, but even a reclusive hermit like me eventually gets to know his neighbors over time. Six and a half years time.
Above is a little satellite view of the houses on my street surrounding my house thanks to Google Maps. My house, incase you haven't figured it out, is the one with the little blue "house" icon that Google places over your home location in their Maps application.
Other than Lucky who lives directly north (off image) from me (who I've seen only twice over the years) and a few others I've spotted time to time as I drove by, I basically don't know anyone in the whole park except for those in these indicated homes directly surrounding me on my street. And even then, it's very iffy whether I've actually met them, seen them or just heard tell of them or not. Of course, even if I know their real names, I don't call them, to myself, by that. To me, they are simply the following fictionally named members of my rainbow colored gang of thieves. Well, in this hood, they probably are NOT, like me, rainbow colored, if you know what I mean, but they most likely are INDEED thieves.
From top left, moving across the north side of the street eastward...
CYAN: The Wicked Witch of the West or WWW. Named for his very interesting menagerie of lawn and exterior wall decorations all themed with tin men, bats, gargoyles and the like...all year round...not just for Halloween. Never met him, just got his mail once since his first name's the same as mine and if you're a postal worker in this city then, well...need I say more?
BROWN: Empty Crack House. Actually I think it was meth that killed the former occupant but crack house sounds more poetic. Has been abandoned for a couple years now.
GREEN: (Why didn't I choose green for me? Isn't my house called "Shamrock Inches?" Oh well...) M&P. I actually don't have a nickname for Mary since I didn't start the nickname thing until after I met her but let's call her and her still-very-much-alive-doggo Petey, M&P.
PINKISH: Me.
PURPLE: May-May. Oh, she's back from her trip to KC, BTW. Came home earlier in the week, so I guess she didn't skedaddle for the hills...yet.
LIGHT BLUE: NoFu. Couple weeks ago I was neighborly and drove him up to Lake Wales to the only available UPS Store in a 50 mile radius for him to make a return. Man, he does NOT ever shut up. It was a long 80 mile round trip expedition of jubilantly blind narcissism. And yes I mean from him. It was like being with an older, littler version of Ric.
From bottom left, moving across the south side of the street eastward...
DARK BLUE: YSK, which stands for Young Stephen King. Spittin' image of the famed author as he looked in the 80s. Never met him, just seen him a couple times. Live, BTW, since he's out of view of my spy security cams.
ORANGE: Connie and Emile. Funny, I was on my porch this evening watching them talking neighborly to YSK and they really don't look much like the real Connie and Emile, but they have been named so it shall stick. Emile's looking a bit grim and walks timidly with a cane now. Who will go first? Connie or Emile? Place yer bets... What!? You don't do that with the oldsters in your neighborhood? C'mon!
YELLOW: Vermont Guy. He's still up north, of course. I think he went up early this year -- like March I'd say. Snowbird, of course, though during Covid he did stay down for a year or two, summer and all. He picked the right year to stay up there -- it's fuckin' HOT this year! Betcha it's nice in Vermont.
MAGENTA: Ping-Pong Bob. Never met or saw him, but I'll be sure to wash my hands afterwards if I ever do.