Are you the Black Sheep of your neighborhood?

[ong]

I don't own a car; I bike everywhere, sometimes on a huge dorky cargo bike. I have raised vegetable beds in the front yard. I can and garden and brew, and sit on the front porch playing ukulele. And I get along famously with all my neighbors. The couple next door has lived there for 60+ years and we exchange cookies at Christmas. No black sheepery required.

 

[bottlebomber]

I wish my neighbors homebrewed too. Maybe I can get them doing it. A lot of retirees and such though so the early 30's whippersnapper may not be that effective. An to top it off I am wishing my garage pointed towards the street rather that opens out of the back of my house at the bottom of a hill.

Man, I hear people all the time wishing they had people to brew with and I feel exactly the opposite. I value my solitude like gold, I have a house full of kids and I work 50 hours a week. If one of my neighbors heard the grain mill running and came over to BS and hang out I would be pissed. The times I've had people help brew I've drunk way too much, got distracted and missed hop additions etc. Brew days are my quiet time. I'll have people over to drink the beer.

 

[MyakkaRiver]

I have yet to brew in my new neighborhood. I used to live in the country and now my wife and I live in suburbia. Haven't really had time to brew since before the move. I'm hoping to post up the brew equipment in the garage with the door open and brew with the off chance of finding a new brew buddy... or more than likely get deemed as the meth cooker of the neighborhood, ha ha.

 

[Leadgolem]

Even in my urban neighborhood, people give me the stink-eye when I say I brew beer. It's really not that strange. Come on now... maybe it's because I look 18 to them.

I had that problem. Then I grew a beard. :rockin:

 

[40watt]

I live in the country, but the neighbors are pretty close like in town. I think the loud music and the fact that I walk out my back door and shoot firearms get more attention than brewing.

My closest neighbors are liberal types from Michigan. They seem to be terrified of me.

I noticed a while back, I've lived in several of the largest cities in the US, I used to hear small arms fire and would find it disconcerting (somebody is getting shot). Now I live in the country and hear constant semi-auto rifle fire and find it comforting (rednecks staying sharp).

 

[dryboroughbrewing]

Not really, the neighborhood I live in is a mix of work-a-holics and aging hippies, no one much cares how anyone else does anything. I just took my lights down this weekend and I'm still ahead of about 40% of the neighborhood. I have, however been rolled up on by the cops, so maybe that earns me a special mention. (I was picking up lawn debris at 2 am wearing a headlamp) (cops were very courteous and left me to my branch collection.)

 

[Euphist]

We recently moved into the house that my grandfather built. People around here tend to do things like gardening and canning and such, so making your own beer seems totally normal to them.

 

[Xakk]

My neighbors just get excited when I start pulling the equipment out in the driveway. They all want to know when it'll be ready to drink. We'll generally have a neighborhood cookout a couple of times a year, and they know to plan it three or four weeks in advance so I have time to get a couple of kegs ready to go.

 

[dpatrickv]

Me and the wif moved in this past November into our first house and I have brewed a number of times so far in my garage. I'm not entirely sure how my neighbors feel about it yet, though I do know we are about half the age of most of them.

Maybe once the warm weather hits again a few neighbors will poke their head in and talk.

 

[scoundrel]

I have, however been rolled up on by the cops, so maybe that earns me a special mention. (I was picking up lawn debris at 2 am wearing a headlamp)

That happened to me once when I was digging new holes in the neighborhood graveyard at 2 am. The cops know most of my neighbors and offered to help

 

[unionrdr]

All because of the snotty rican next door,Everyone looks for an excuse to hate on me. Defame me & tell outright lies in public within ear shot of me. Why do foolish adults think saying something within earshot is the same as saying it to your face?? And now that I walk with a cane & can hardly move they talk about how agressive people like me always get what they deserve. Especially when they started getting cornered for all the BS they been sayin I did that upon seing me,know I couldn't have. God,I never wanted to stasy in sheffield,but got bullied & threatened into that to.
I think I'm about ready to give this glorified dog house back to the bank & go out somplace else where I can live without prices killin me with all the damn yuppies around me payin whatever they have to to get what they want. I can't afford it anymore.

 

[Norie_]

I just bought my house a year ago. It is a duplex with a garden apartment rental and use my basement to store all my supplies and cellar. I usually brew in the backyard and is very quiet. My tenant is a chef and loves the smell when I brew. On the left of my home is a an older woman who keeps to herself. She is not very nice but respectable. Her tenants are a family of four. The dad is older, named Lefty and his wife is named Cookie. They are always home, outside, washing his car, and playing oldies music. They are always home so I think, no I know, they are selling some form of drugs. Most likely weed. This winter so far, I have seen him wear four different fur coats. I think his sable coat is my favorite. Well Lefty and Cookie prefer to have all of their fights outside in front of their house. The last one went something like this: Cookie: "Give me back my money. Go get my money. Don't be giving my money to that woman. That hoe." Lefty: "You crazy. Screaming all our business in the street. It's my money" Cookie: "No! No! That's my money! What?! She caught your eye? That tattoo on her back caught your eye? What? You want another family? Go down there to that chicken head and get my money back!" This goes on for maybe 1-2 hours. Apparently he give some woman 10 bucks for something and she got jealous. Geeze. On the right is a older man named Speedy. Speedy and Lefty have yelling conversations from their yards about sports. So far I love the neighborhood. People are entertaining, nice and tend to keep their properties in good shape.

 

[Billy-Klubb]

when I lived in that crappy apartment, my roommate & I used to have "building parties". we'd invite everyone in the building. we only asked as a courtesy that if they didn't attend & we were too loud not to call the cops, but to let us know. that didn't work in Vegas. we were bad neighbors in Vegas.

 

[Leadgolem]

I just bought my house a year ago. It is a duplex with a garden apartment rental and use my basement to store all my supplies and cellar. I usually brew in the backyard and is very quiet. My tenant is a chef and loves the smell when I brew. On the left of my home is a an older woman who keeps to herself. She is not very nice but respectable. Her tenants are a family of four. The dad is older, named Lefty and his wife is named Cookie. They are always home, outside, washing his car, and playing oldies music. They are always home so I think, no I know, they are selling some form of drugs. Most likely weed. This winter so far, I have seen him wear four different fur coats. I think his sable coat is my favorite. Well Lefty and Cookie prefer to have all of their fights outside in front of their house. The last one went something like this: Cookie: "Give me back my money. Go get my money. Don't be giving my money to that woman. That hoe." Lefty: "You crazy. Screaming all our business in the street. It's my money" Cookie: "No! No! That's my money! What?! She caught your eye? That tattoo on her back caught your eye? What? You want another family? Go down there to that chicken head and get my money back!" This goes on for maybe 1-2 hours. Apparently he give some woman 10 bucks for something and she got jealous. Geeze. On the right is a older man named Speedy. Speedy and Lefty have yelling conversations from their yards about sports. So far I love the neighborhood. People are entertaining, nice and tend to keep their properties in good shape.

Wow, all the sudden my neighborhood seems a lot nicer.

 

[twalte]

Hmmmm. My name is Lefty and my wife is Cookie. I have a neighbor named Speedy. He's not talking about me, is he???:cross:

 

[Leadgolem]

Hmmmm. My name is Lefty and my wife is Cookie. I have a neighbor named Speedy. He's not talking about me, is he???:cross:

Do you have 3 fur coats?

 

[twalte]

Do you have 3 fur coats?

I have four, but the sable is my favorite.

(if that ho would give me my money...i'd have 5)

 

[Norie_]

I have four, but the sable is my favorite.

(if that ho would give me my money...i'd have 5)

Sorry I I have offended you. Your fur coats and wife are wonderful.

 

[twalte]

Sorry I I have offended you. Your fur coats and wife are wonderful.

You have quite the show around your house...had me laughing. I have had a few bad neighbors, but nothing close to your situation.

 

[bkl63]

Thankful for not having any issues in the Neighborhood, most will stop by for a brew when we sit out on the patio or brew. For those wishing more neighbors brewed, join a brew club. I brew 1 to 2 times a month and sit in on other club members brews 2 to 3 times a month. It's a great way to expand your brew knowledge and to work through brew issues one may be having. Just recently worked through a efficiency issue where one member was Batch sparging too quickly which dropped to Brewhouse efficiency into the 60 to 70% range (I get low to mid 80's). Other also brew styles I'm less apt to brew (Stout's, just haven't been my brew of choice).