Neighborliness lives

When I got home from work today I found this plate of cookies on my doorstep.

It came with a note inviting us to the annual neighborhood picnic. Did I just emerge from a ’50s TV show? I’m only kidding. I think it’s so sweet that our neighbors want to get to know us and feel like a gesture of kindness is the best way to get started. It’s actually the second time a neighbor has left us baked goods. I’m telling you, just when you think you want to leave a place it slaps you in the face and begs you not to go.