Re: I have my suspicions…
True…though if you only take the tales backed up by photographic evidence (the mailbox, the fires, the dirt pools, the mile-high flagpole with the upside-down flag, etc…), it’s still pretty darn funny 😉

Re: I have my suspicions…
If what he says is true, yes. But I’ve seen several neighborhood grudge matches (thankfully never involving me or mine) and truth often becomes the first casualty. It also seems to be a source of entertainment that he uses for his friends and things often seem to grow in the telling.
Sadly, time has made me a bit jaded WRT reports of how terrible the “other people” are as opposed to the one complaining. Maybe I’ve spent too much time on alt.fan.furry. 😉

Re: I have my suspicions…
No, I think the writer has a legitimate gripe here. He lives in an upper middle class subdivision with a ‘homeowners association’. His neighbor, while not being a true redneck, obviously doesn’t understand the concept of the ‘homeowners association’. Chickens and geese in the yard? Karaoke parties in the middle of the week that last until 1am or later? Fish tanks with no fish in the garden? That wouldn’t even fly in a regular suburb, especially not in a yuppie neighborhood.
The neighbor in question is not a redneck to be sure, just clueless.

Having lived in a small town, I’ve seen that a lot of these “horrible neighbor” stories have two sides. Often it starts from holding a grudge that stems from other reasons. Notably, I’ve seen it happen where the main real reason the one complaining had was that the neighbor’s wife was Jewish. If you’d only listened to his side, you would’ve thought that dope dealing and other such rot was going on. In fact, the family complained about was that of an Ombudsman for a University who was a heck of a lot more law abiding and worthwhile than the one complaining.
The casual mention of the ‘neighborhood thugs’ pitching bricks through the basketball backboard makes me wonder if the writer might have had something to do with that. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen that happen.
Calling someone redneck seems to be a good way to deflect critical thinking. It’s one of those guilty until proven innocent sort of things. To see the problem, just substitute “gay” everywhere redneck is, and see how much credibility the story has then.
I’ll take mine with a couple of truckloads of salt, thanks.

There! I’ve vented. I feel better now!