The Lost Art of Being a Good Neighbor
On Tuesday, we talked about how everything in life seems to have become so complicated. From birthday parties to raising children, sometimes I wonder when we started making the simplest things so difficult. But that conversation got me thinking about something else. Whatever happened to being a good neighbor? And I’m not talking about the kind of neighbor who waves at you from the driveway twice a year or gives your Facebook post a thumbs-up. I’m talking about the kind of neighbor who knew your parents, your grandparents, your children, and probably what you had for supper last night. The kind who would show up at your front door with a plate of food, borrow a cup of sugar, or tell your mama when you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. Especially that last one. Growing up in a small community, I can promise you there was no such thing as getting away with anything. If you did something wrong on one end of the holler, your parents knew about it before you made it h...
