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5 comments:
pithy
Well, am attending the Charles M. Schulz Academy For Manic-Depressive cartoonists at the moment. Maybe it's beginning to pay off.
it's not midnight yet so i can still type... i love when you do schulz since you do it so well. not just anyone could pull it off, you know. rock on
The whole way neighbors "connect" in America frightens me a little. When you have kids, you get to know you neighbors who also have kids (mostly to protect your children). When you don't have kids-you say hello in the driveway but who really KNOWs what's beyond the door? And the only people who really care are the elderly.
I think the fact that Americans say hello to each other in the driveway as faintly positive. You'd be lucky to get even that in grumpy old Britain.
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