Let me tell you some of the reasons that I love the neighborhood I live in in Chicago. My neighborhood is a residential neighborhood with an amazingly convenient location. We’re 20 minutes from O’Hare, twenty minutes from the Loop, twenty minutes from suburban shopping malls, I’m in easy walking distance of a bank, a drug store, and restaurants. Soon I’ll be in walking distance of a Whole Foods store.
My neighborhood is what’s referred to in Chicago as a “high-clout” sort of neighborhood. Some of my neighbors are police officers, firefighters, heads of city departments, and siblings of Mayor Daley. We get good city services here. Our streets are always plowed when it snows.
But the most important reason I love my neighborhood is my fantastic neighbors. This is a place where the people really care about one another.
I woke this morning to nine inches of snow on the ground. After walking the dogs I began digging us out. While I was sculpting a path out the door and through our sidewalks Dennis across the street had gotten out his snowblower and had plowed the entire block. Why? Well, he likes using his new snowblower, he’s proud of his neighborhood and wants to see it looking tidy and neat, but, mostly, it was just a darned nice thing to do.
Those are our neighbors Ginny and Elizabeth in the picture up there. They’re digging somebody’s car out of the snow. Who’s car? Well, it might be one of theirs or it might be somebody else’s. It’s just a nice thing to do.
If I did not know better, I would have thought you lived down here in Oklahoma from the way you were going on. But, shucks, I guess there are groups of good old folks all around this great country of ours. Shame we also have a very small minority of folks I had just as soon left this country they sure don’t sound like they appreciate.
I love my neighborhood because all the people are nice and care about eachother.My neighborhood is fantastic.A lot of people live live there and are very nice