It is easy to believe we are each waves and forget we are also the ocean. ~Jon J. Muth

MrRogersDo you remember Mr. Rogers Neighborhood? How the "speedy delivery" guy (what was his name....Mr. McFeeley?) knew everybody in town? How EVERYBODY knew EVERYBODY in town?

What has happened to "living in the neighborhood?"

It used to be when someone moved into the house across the street you baked some chocolate chip cookies or some banana bread and you brought it over with a cute note of "welcome" which included your name and phone number so the people who were overwhelmed with unpacking at least felt like they knew SOMEONE on the block if they needed to borrow a screwdriver to put the bunk beds together.

Maybe it's just me, but neighbors aren't the same as when I grew up.  Back then people who lived on the block saw one another, on a regular basis, knew one another's kids names and had a beer on the patio together fairly often.  You know, they "shot the shit".

Do you know I have lived in neighborhoods where the ENTIRE time I lived there I didn't EVER meet my next door neighbors?!  (Of course, if you know me well or have read enough of my writing, you know we don't stay in a house more than about 2 years, 3 tops).  SERIOUSLY?!?!  Two years (or more)  of living within feet of one another and you don't even know the name of the people who share your lot line!

It gets worse.

Tom and I have noticed many of our neighbors [in several of the 'hoods we have lived in] won't even make eye contact, let alone WAVE when they drive by.  What is up with that?????????????????

Is everyone so busy they can't take a millisecond to make eye contact and wave?  I mean, I don't need to become your new best friend, but it would be nice to know that if my house were on fire and I had to run to your front door to ask you to call 9-1-1 I didn't have to explain who I was first!

Again, maybe it's just our family...maybe we have a reputation that preceeds us or a sign on our backs saying, "Temporary move, don't bother."  It is no wonder we are all a little apprehensive about letting our kids out to play, we don't really know the people around us.

Like everything else, I guess it starts with me...maybe I need to go outside, knock on a few doors and just walk the street with a 6 pack of beer asking if someone would join me.  We all know it's a lot easier to break the ice with a cold one in hand.