Real Life Adventures by Gary Wise and Lance Aldrich for July 30, 2015

Tell her how they are using their Star Wars light sabers to cut the heads of her flowers; then we’ll see who the coot is.

I get kids in my lawn all the time. Usually just cutting through, so even if I said something, it’d be too late. They used to play ball in my back field, but that group grew up and moved on.

Before society got so litigious, I didn’t mind the kids in the lawn. Now, if they get hurt, I get sued because it was my yard they were in. I only let neighbors I know well play in the yard now so as to reduce the chances of a problem. So very sad.

turn on the sprinklers. unless you’re in CA CA land. They’ll either get off or cool off.

Years ago I had a fence running along the back of my property. There was a door in the fence, so the neighbor kids could cut through my back yard, and not have to go on a main highway, on their way to the school bus. They all behaved themselves just fine.I had a small printing press in my basement. One day I looked up, and a few of the kids were all crowded around the basement window, watching. They wanted to come in and get a better look. I insisted that they all go home first and ask permission from their parents. They did, and I had the privilege of showing them how a real printing press worked. (I knew all their parents, and they knew me) You have to be extremely careful, but it is possible to have a good, decent relationship with the neighborhood kids. Or, at least, it worked for me.

Ken in Ohio: Wow, someone else who knows a California case and is still alive!

There was a lady,who happened to be a early child star in Hollywood,and she still was-in her mind that is- everyday would tell the kids/teenagers playing football,PLEASE STAY OF MY LAWN.Every day without fail.In the end she was a hoarder,and her house was filled to the top with all sorts of stuff and nobody knew until she passed on.In her case COOT or crazy coot hit the bulls-eye………..

Just go out and check their hands and knees. If they are bruised from climbing over the wall, they are not yours…