I grew up in Brooklyn at a time when there were many sets of parental eyes watching over us. Riding bikes, playing stoopball or jumping rope on the sidewalk, we knew, without having to think about it, that we were safe.
Recently, I was travelling across the upper plains, when I woke up to the thermometer reading negative 26 degrees. I hadn't experienced these kinds of temperatures since I lived in Minnesota as a child.
After recently resolving longstanding argument with my neighbor, I appreciate this article more than ever. AARP Peter Lovenheim has a great piece on the importance of neighbors and how they can be allies -- especially after retirement:
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