Bad Cul‑de‑Sac Neighbors: The Garage Watchers of Missouri
A sharp, funny satire about bad cul‑de‑sac neighbors in Missouri garage watchers, Ring alerts, drone snooping, and the overzealous surveillance culture on one street. You’d think that on a cul-de-sac full of large Missouri homes the kind with walk-out basements, outdoor kitchens, four or five bedrooms, and patios big enough to host a family reunion people would actually use them. But no. Not here. On my street, the preferred seating area is the open garage, door rolled up like a stage curtain, neighbors sitting inside like they’re waiting for a performance to begin. The performance, apparently, is me. Or more specifically, me doing yard work. Whenever I’m outside trimming roses, pulling weeds, or hauling mulch, the garages open one by one, like synchronized swimmers in a suburban ballet. They sit there silently, never waving, never saying hello, never acknowledging my existence. But the moment I glance their way, I catch the unmistakable glint of eyes staring back at me f...