远亲不如近邻.doc

远亲不如近邻
Growing up in New York City I always had lots of neighbors,
but only one was like family. My single mom and I lived in a nice apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, right next to another single mom and her son, David, who was like the brother I never had. He was a year and a half older than me, not to mention taller, more handsome and much more confident. I looked up to him in a way that I’d never looked up to anyone before.
Our apartment building had a doorman, which made us tenants feel secure enough to leave our doors unlocked most of the time. But David and I took it to another level. We would leave our doors wide open, on a regular basis, so we e and go as we pleased, which didn’t exactly sit well with our protective mothers. But that didn’t deter us pesky kids.
We would hang out playing Nintendo or Sega when my mom had to work late at the ad agency, and we’d nourish ourselves by heating up layers of bacon in the microwave, calling it a “bacon party!”
In this month’s first featured article, Howdy Neighbor, Karen Napa believes in climbing over your neighbor’s fence(metaphorically and literally) and ing part of their lives. Shellie Reese describes Summer on Clay Street through the kindness, and elaborate dishes,
displayed by her eclectic neighbors. Sherry Dodson shows us how The True Neighbor is often unappreciated until they are gone. And Eve B