‘Won’t you be my neighbor?’ (Fred Rogers)
I grew up in the small rural neighborhood of Mycenae, NY.
Many of my best friends were children in the neighborhood. We went to school together; played and ate together. I stayed overnight at their homes, and they spent nights with me. We grew up together; now, (though over 1,000 miles apart) we’re growing old together.
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