141/365 neighbors

I live in a big apartment house with tons of neighbors, but I barely interact with any of them.  There is some cordial chit chat with a few who live on my floor; usually while waiting for the elevator.  I don't know their names.
My best friend, and free-writing cohort, happens to be my neighbor, living just down the hall from me.
I remember living with Steve, on Senator Street, just a block away from Bliss Park, as we called it (really named Owl's Head Park).  We had real neighbors there.  Of course I cannot remember their names.  But they visited us and gave us hot peppers from their garden.  They were two gay guys, who made an unusual by harmonioius couple.  One being a little dramatice and emotional, then the other who was more staid and logical.  I enjoyed their company. 
I imagine it would be nice to live in a neighborhood where you got to know many neighbors, but I think you almost have to be a home owner for that.