This is an acoustic house - not an amplified one, like the Buell next door,

He stepped fully into the house. The air inside was cool on his skin. He turned, expecting the front door to close on its own. But it stayed open, as it was supposed to. He shook his head, chiding himself for letting an old house spook him. He walked into the kitchen. Behind him, the front door slammed shut.

I'm not so sure I want my next-door neighbor, as much as I like him or her, to be on the Supreme Court because they're nice people.

I was never the girl next door.

I often enjoy singing in an acoustic setting more than an amplified one.

We're expecting to be packed. We own Mattie's House of Mirrors next door, and we're going to open that up and rent some big-screen TVs in there to handle overflow.