Some neighbors build bridges to each other.

Not so much here but maybe I’ll work to start changing that. I met a new neighbor who is replacing one of our longtime neighbors whose children grew up with ours. He seemed very nice. We haven’t had the chance to meet his wife or son yet.

As the weather warms, I’ll be walking more outside so that can lead to some interaction.

I grew up in a time when everyone seemed to know everyone in the neighborhood. And these weren’t small communities. The kids were the main source of bonding the community and there were a ton of us. Back when people didn’t lock their doors unless they were going away and then several neighbors probably had a key. Because everyone watched everyone else’s pets when they were away.

I don’t remember anyone locking their car doors. Lots would give a quick knock and stroll right into a home. I remember our next-door neighbor Mrs. Mulligan giving a quick yell “It’s Me” and in she came. Some didn’t have to knock or yell because you could hear the basketballs bouncing from several homes away or the sound of wooden bats tapping concrete all the way to the front door.

Most of our time was spent outside unsupervised until we got hungry and raided someone’s home for lunch. And then back outside till dark or beyond or till you heard your mother calling both your first and middle name which indicated you were more than late. Wow, so much has changed since my own youth. And it changed again when we had kids. And now it’s changed again for the worse for our grandchildren.

Lots of us don’t know our neighbors. I can’t say I know most of them. I think I’ll work to change that a bit.