Christina and I just walked over to our pals Kurt's and Brook's house for a neighborhood book sale and social hour. Those little events just sing with neighborliness. My long-time colleague Jeff DeBell, whom I haven't seen for a while, was there and between us, we bought all the good jazz and rock 'n' roll CDs (but not a lot of books).
Anyhow, on the way home, we passed the above scene at the Post Office and it reminded me of just what the "neighbor" in "neighborhood" means. This was the clogged loading dock at the Grandin Road Post Office, where postal workers and people from the Food Bank were loading all that donated food from people in Raleigh Court onto a truck for delivery to the bank.
The postmen and women picked up packaged food we left on the front porch earlier today in plastic grocery bags they stuck in our mail boxes Friday. I like everything about what this says about us and our institutions. At a time when we are overwhelmed with George Bush-inspired things to complain about, this one's about the positive side of being Americans.
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