Crazy Jack

I forgot to mention that Crazy Jack, our neighbor that lives two doors down from me, whom hates my guts, added something new to his arsenal of white trash equipment, a trampoline.

  Jack does very little maintenance on his house, I rarely see him outside.  When he does decide to do things like mow his grass or weed whack, it is often at weird times like late on a Sunday evening or immediately after a hard rain or even while it is still raining.   However he does like to occasionally decorate the yard with various objects. 

For a couple years there was the old piece of shit boat that was later tied to the electric pole for hurricane Wilma.  The boat was falling apart and didn’t have a motor.  It remained there, tied to the pole for months afterward.  Maybe he was worried about it being stolen. 

Then there is the basketball pole and rim that he put up.  I never, ever have seen one soul out there shooting basketball.  This took a beating from Wilma as well and the pole has been affixed at a 45 degree angle for the last two years. He also has a volleyball net that has been in place for the better part of a year which again has become another yard monument.  Never seen it used. There also  was the picnic table that sat squarely in front of his garage door for at least 3 months.

The house had a huge pile of cinder blocks piled beside it for at least 3 years.  An impressive sized collection of weeds mixed in with them over time.  Some of them reached at least 6 or 7 feet tall. There is a broken down yard tractor back there as well.  Maybe he uses it to mark his property line.

So now we have the trampoline.  Last Saturday night I was out walking Nicki around 11 pm and there were people out on the trampoline, bouncing around by a spotlight.  Maybe that is why I have never seen the other stuff being used.  They only use it late at night.

 Crazy.