I haven't ever got my golden trophy yet, but thanks for the recognition!
I wish I had a photo of the time I was still in my capri leggings and low cut sports bra and made my record fling across the street, landing near his doorsteps. I used a 3 step knife or hawk throwing approach. It worked better than my 5 step bowling approach. If you remember that old goat claimed he was a Vietnam Vet, but was 12 when the war ended. I have suspicion his math skills were lacking, and not just his manners. Anyway, his RIP ended up being me having peace without dog

on my yard shoes deep treaded soles. He died from lung cancer. 2-4 pack a day smoker and 1.75 L, every 3 days, whiskey drinker.
Another neighbor that commented on that mornings, dog

flinging sports outfit, has also died, but he was 90. According to his statement to another neighbor, Zek, back then, we were neighbors for 10 years before he realized I had actual cleavage.

Zek, my

, put on his innocent face and just said, "hmmm, good to know."