Have you ever been “BOOED”?  I mean, the good kind of BOOED. Not off the stage! We happen to live on a street where the neighbors are very close. We have a phone and email directory, an annual Halloween block party, a ladies Christmas party exchange, and the guys have a golf and awards night complete with the prized “green jacket”. Last year, another new tradition began. Our new neighbors moved in and brought with them a tradition that was cherished on their street many states away. We have incorporated it and love it. It’s called “BOOED”. You leave a gift on a neighbors’ doorstep with a poem explaining that they have been “BOOED” and they need to pass on the favor in the next couple days. Once you’ve been “BOOED” you are to leave a BOO picture in your window so you know which neighbors still need to be “BOOED”. Hey, doesn’t the world need a little lift? Don’t you want to be surprised with cookies or a homemade treat? Kids can’t have all the fun. Apparently a naysayer said “I don’t need the stress of getting a bloody BOO gift; I’m too busy; I don’t need it.” You know what I say to that? BOO! BOO!