Being neighborly is (or was) a wonderful, kind-of-mystical occurrence that was the "America" I grew up in. Neighbors knew each other, helped each other, formed friendships and alliances. Neighborhoods had a personality of their own. Nowadays (it seems) most people only interact with each other when one or the other call the police for some reason. If you help your neighbor work on his fence, paint his house, watch or feed their animals, share your garden produce, eggs, be the kind of neighbor you want others to be you shouldn't have any problems. My neighbors and I get along great. It may help that probably 30% don't speak any english, but they do understand a smile, a wave, a handshake. And amazingly enough, what goes around seems to come around. I love my depressed neighborhood and my poverty level friends. No one here wants to deal with bureaucrats either, everyone is low-profile for one reason or another.