<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Neighbors on The Bozeman Daily Bee</title><link>https://bozemandailybee.com/tags/neighbors/</link><description>Recent content in Neighbors on The Bozeman Daily Bee</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2026 19:00:32 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://bozemandailybee.com/tags/neighbors/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Some Thoughts on Fences and Neighbors</title><link>https://bozemandailybee.com/opinion/2026-07-20-some-thoughts-on-fences-and-neighbors/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2026 19:00:32 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://bozemandailybee.com/opinion/2026-07-20-some-thoughts-on-fences-and-neighbors/</guid><description>&lt;p>It seems like lately, every time I drive down a street I’ve known my whole life, there’s a new fence. Not just any fence, mind you, but tall fences. Really tall ones. They’ve gone up around the new houses, and sometimes even around the older ones, too.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I remember when fences were mostly for keeping cows in or gardens safe from deer, and they weren’t usually all that high. You could always see your neighbor waving over the top, or at least see what kind of flowers they were growing. Folks used to borrow a cup of sugar, or a wrench, without feeling like they were trespassing.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>