My neighbor would barbecue every time I hung the laundry outside, just to ruin it. I'm 70 years old. I've lived in the same little house for over 35 years. I raised two children. I lost my husband too young. Now I live alone and quietly, and to save a little on utilities, I still hang my laundry outside on sunny days: a clothesline between two poles in the backyard. Then Melissa moved in next door. Apparently, she didn't like my laundry. I overheard her tell a guest, "It's like living next to a