From my front porch, I can look to the left and see two buildings.  The first, just down the street, belongs to a young woman who lives on her own.  I have only met her once, when passing out cookies to the neighborhood.  After offering her cookies, she cocked one eyebrow, looked at me like I was Anthony Weiner trying to get her Twitter handle, and said, “Why?”  I replied that we just wanted to be good neighbors.  As her expression softened, she said, “It’s just that this is the first time anyone has done something like this for me since I started living on my own.” Continue reading →