I live in the kind of 'hood where neighbors shovel each others' sidewalks in winter and mow each others' lawns in summer. It's Pleasantville, in technicolor.
Last week, for instance, we were invited to a Groundhog Day party. Last year, the jennies on the block threw me an incredible baby shower. And for major holidays like Christmas and Independence Day, elves bedeck the street lamps with holly and line the street with mini flags. True to form, neighbors have literally stopped by to borrow a cup of sugar or to drop off a plate of freshly-baked cookies, and we really do have a neighborhood newsletter. There is an annual block-wide garage sale each fall and, without fail, a Happy Birthday sign will show up on your porch for your special day.
If home is where the heart is, then the neighborhood must be like some other major organ - one that you might technically be able to live without but that makes life so, so much more pleasant!
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