That village

It takes a village.

Hillary Clinton on bringing up children but applies as well to how society runs

Good neighbors.

They have provided continuing support for me.

My personal cavalry when, one day, Burt was so agitated about going out to the street that he rammed his walker against a wall. Down he went. A little mob of his friends and followers pulled him up.

Today, Burt crumpled by the mailbox. I was able to guide him down for a gentle landing. Our doorman and a neighbor I barely know past a nod picked him up.

The walker is not meant to be used as transport, but an emergency is an exception.

At our door, he felt too unsteady to get on his feet. I went down the hall to ask MK & LG for a hand.

And what a loving hand they gave us!

M scooped Burt up and kind of supported and walked-carried him to his bed.

Great neighbors are the best kind.