I get along good with all my neighbors but, one, and that was over a damn pit bull. I think though, most see me as an es-ca-pee from the past, but when it comes to growin stuff, repair stuff, and guns, the come over and ask how to.
We're the oldest here on the road, and they kinda watch out for us, as much as they dare, as we're pretty independent. When we're gone and someone strange come around the house, they call the cops, and since the cops all know me, they come runnin, and such.
I don't think the see me as much unique, as more of no nonsense, or foolishness. I'm just an ornery old fart. But I make good biscuits, and cornbread, and I hit what I shoot at.