My dad was an electrician. My uncle was a plumber. My brother-in-law was a bricklayer and builder. My husband is a computer guru. All of them would make perfect neighbors. Me? A marketer. A writer. The only help I’ve been was writing the obituary for a friend’s husband. Not a great neighbor, me.
From The Scientist Next Door, Glen Ernst tells his neighbors what he does but they don’t want to hear it. However, they can be very helpful to him,
I’ve noticed that the neighbors I’ve had over the years seem to have had professions that were disturbingly — useful. They’ve run the gamut of professions and trades — plumbers, carpenters, electricians, lawyers, accountants, teachers, nurses. These are the sorts of neighbors with skills one could conceivably want to tap into if the need arose, and you had a reasonably friendly relationship with them.
Please don’t ask me to write any more obituaries.