On Saturday I participated in a 5k benefiting the Friends of New Orleans (see here). Since this was in my neighborhood, two of my friends met at my house and walked to the race site. While on the way, one of my friends mentioned how surprised she was that the people she passed actually acknowledged her presence. Apparently this doesn't often happen in her neighborhood, a more urban area of the city.
It is kinda amazing how few people actually say "hello" or "good morning" or even just nod while passing on the street. That is exactly why I love my neighborhood and my neighbors. I know my the people that I live around- not necessarily well enough to be invited in for a cup of tea- but enough to say hello, good evening and recognize them in passing. I have watched the yellow lab across the street grow from a teeny puppy to a bounding adolescent dog and smile and wave to the elderly man next door as he cuts his grass.
That is all I am asking for.
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