Can anyone tell me what is the point of these “Over 55” communities that seem to be springing up?
I sure wouldn’t want to live in a place where all my neighbors were geezers like me. This street was built in 1954 and 1955. We have residents ranging from (almost) newlyweds to some of the original purchasers (and there’s no better security than nosy retired persons who are at home all day, but that’s another story).
I get no end of enjoyment watching my neighbors’ little girls (all the little kids on the street are girls–must be something in the water) play.
The one was out trying to fly a kite this afternoon. Of course, there’s no wind, so, when she ran out of running room, the kite came right back down–and there are so many trees that, if there had been a wind, it would have turned into a Charley Brown kite, but that’s not the issue.
And, ya know what? if she falls down and breaks her crown, no one’s going to come running to me to fix it.
What could be better than that: all the enjoyment, none of the responsibility?
So why do people want to wall themselves off in “Over 55” communities. Beats the hell out of me.