Won't You Be My Neighbor?

Yesterday I was taking a stroll down the sleepy suburban street I now call home and couldn't help recalling the lyrics of the late Mister Rogers:

"It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?"

Looking at all the houses surrounded by leafy trees and flowers, I wondered about the folks who live inside. Since moving into this neighborhood two weeks ago, two women have come to my door bearing friendly smiles and baked goods. One li...