Our crazy next-door neighbor, the one who leaves her trash on the curb unbagged several days before the trash man comes, the one who has a mammoth oak rosary eight feet tall hanging in her living room, the one with crazy white hair and a thick Jersey accent (sorry NJ) who has occupied that house since the late '50s, she rang our doorbell last night at 2:58 AM. Melissa (10 PM), Kennedy (8 PM), and I (12 midnight) had been asleep for some time. Apparently, she had locked herself out of her house. What are you going to do? She's nice enough in her own way, a little abrassive (rang the doorbell four times in half a minute), but certainly apologetic about the late night visit. Called her friend who had a key, and then left.