How it all began...

At first, it was meant to just be a funny sight for the new neighbors (Brad and Laura) arriving in the neighborhood to make them question their decision to move on our block. Nothing says "welcome home, neighbors!" like a bunch of people in the street with cut-off overalls and shrimp boots.

Now, it's turned into a good excuse to get all the neighbors outside on the weekend of the Masters Golf Tournament, cook the cheapest cut of chicken available, and maybe raise a little money while we're at it.

(If you're reading this, we consider you a neighbor, so...)

"Welcome to the party, neighbor!"