By a show of hands, who here remembers playing with the other kids in their neighborhood? Did you ever have a lemonade stand that the mailman (or, mail woman , as it was in my childhood) frequented? Did you ever collect your neighbor's newspaper or watch their dog while they were out of town? Did you ride your bike to your friend's house a couple blocks away? Did you play with the next door neighbor kids for hours on end? If you raised your hands to all of these questions, then you must be an octopus. Now, put your tentacles down and consider this: Where do you live now? Are you close with your neighbors? Do you even know then? Have they ever asked you to feed the cat while they're visiting relatives? Have you been over to their house for a margarita or an iced tea on a summer evening? Habibi and I don't know any of our neighbors. We recognize them and exchange "hellos" in the hallways of our building, but I don'...
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