If you have ever lived in a working class, urban area you know the kind of neighborhood I’m talking about. It’s the kind of place where you know your neighbor’s business, because they shout it from the windows, in the courtyard, and in the stairwells. It’s the kind of place where motorists share that day’s musical…
A friend is relocating in search of a job environment that will properly respect her newly minted PhD, so I invited her to my neighborhood and took her out to a celebratory goodbye lunch. A 15 minute walk in the sun ended with this glorious reward.
