I live in Collier. Two of my neighbors are tough old birds . . . very reserved and I can see the blinds twitching and feel their lips pursing when I walk my dog down the street. Another couple in the neighborhood are clearly hoarders and complain about everything, and I mean everything. That leaves at least 698 people in Collier that seem to be as easygoing, nice and normal as I require in a mutual friendship. Pretty darned good odds.
