Yesterday morning, I was at the house (still no power, thank God for this cool front) waiting on some people sent by the insurance company. I was out front, cleaning the yard of debris and talking with my neighbor two doors down who lived in New Orleans until Katrina. We were chatting when a family of three came down the street. Dad was pushing baby in a jogging stroller and Mom was pulling a red wagon. The wagon contained a thermos of hot coffee, sugar, creamer and an array of wrapped donuts and mini-muffins. They introduced themselves and asked us if we needed coffee or something to eat.
We all talked for a little while, compared notes and they continued on their mission of good-neighborliness.
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