Instead of bake sales or car washes,
the close-knit community of Delhi has developed its own unique,
colorful brand of philanthropy, arisen from what was originally just
an informal weekly Sunday pick-up softball game among bar buddies.
I have laundry facilities in the basement of the apartment building where I’m now living. At 8 a.m., I thought I was getting
an early start but there was Eve down there in the laundry room sitting
at a table reading a book. I thought it could have been a Bible, but
wasn’t sure. She eyeballed my two trash bags of dirty clothes.
The neighbors I have now are no doubt the
friendliest, most interesting and, well, neighborly street-mates I’ve
ever encountered. So why do I sometimes find myself avoiding them, or
any potential friends for that matter? The concept of neighborhood
etiquette (and previously, dorm life) is totally lost on me.
I moved to Westwood this past spring, and I like it just fine. That feeling didn't change on Sept. 14, when the electric power went off. As of this writing, it's still off. I guess we have Hurricane Ike to thank.