![]() We don't go in the front door of our houses any more we enter through the attached garage. It’s titled, Reprisal! The Eagle Rises! We hire people to mow our lawns and we shop on line. If it weren’t for the internet I’d never tell anyone about my book due on this summer. Somewhere along the way, we became this society of recluses. Today we're lucky to know if they're home.Ī few years ago, I made a big deal out of the fact that people had stopped being neighbors, I was a small time politician then and lived in small town that was growing rapidly, people went to work thirty or forty miles away and when they came home they clicked the garage door opener and drove their car inside and clicked it closed again, without ever seeing or hearing a soul. Everyone for blocks around knew each others name and where they worked. ![]() The neighborhood used to have community Bar-B-Q's and everyone watched out the others child. Sometime they'd even stop and stand around talking for several minutes. ![]() Growing up people used to sit on their front porches and wave hello when you walked past. ![]() I won't try to tell you I'm some expert on the topic of communication, or even spell it right, but I say I'm a fairly open and communicative kind of guy so I think I'm allowed some observations on the subject. ![]()
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