Huckleberries: Homeowners association redefining neighborly

So, you wished you could afford to buy a home in one of those swell neighborhoods that are sprouting as fast as construction workers can pound nails – one with a homeowners association? Be careful what you wish for. D.J. Nall’s son, Dave, has discovered that the “neighbor” in his upscale neighborhood near Ross Point Baptist Camp in Post Falls is a misnomer. The homes and yards are nice at Hunter’s Glen. But neighbors who made an equity killing elsewhere and now have time on their hands are something else. Take the snooty retirees behind him – puh-LEEZ. First, they complained about Dave’s association-approved treeless treehouse, a structure built 7 feet off the ground. Dave’d almost completed the playhouse including required roofing and siding to match the house when the association ordered him in writing to drop it to ground level. D.J. discusses the flap in her Hauser Thoughts blog. In the same letter, D.J. sez, the seventysomething association prez also told Dave to do something about his sons, 8 and 5. Seems the boys have learned how to make that flatulence sound derived by cupping a hand beneath an armpit and flapping an arm. They were teaching their 3-year-old sister the skill when the neighbor complained again. Now, the boys are allowed to make the faux flatulence sounds only in the house and the car. Wonder what the neighbors woulda thought of the Armpit Serenade Contest at Cruisers Mini-Sturgis 2006 at Stateline two days ago? Or the Best Butt Crack Contest? When in Rome …