My neighbor Dave and I put up opposite yard signs in 2024 and haven't said a word since. Two years of pretending not to see each other at the mailbox. Played this song in the garage, walked over with half the brisket I'd smoked, and said "I can't remember what we're mad about, but I remember you jumping my truck in that ice storm." We ate on his tailgate. Still disagree about everything. Watching the game together Saturday anyway.
— Mike, Erie, PA
Shared July 1, 2026
