Not to say this block don't got no problems. But no. Not since the munitions-stockpiking wannabe (read: YANKEE) "Confederates" (to judge by their flag, and deliveries left by their front door) moved out last year have I really had any neighbour trouble at all. Fancy that. And I won't pretend I'm not *really* glad *not* to live next to a mosque — but then, I don't go LOOKING FOR TROUBLE like some people do. (Moving two doors down from *any* religious building when they were there before you's downright unamerican if all you're intending to do is stir up trouble with the members of that religion, 'cause then *you're* the new kid on the block — not them.) *cue dreadful '80s music* That's not to say we're one big happy family here, either — but yeah: we mostly manage to coexist quite peacably, thanks very much. We've all got far, far more in common in terms of shared enlightened self-interest than any of us have serious grievance...