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Published: May 1, 2020, 4:47 p.m.

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It seems more of us are paying attention to our neighborhoods lately, so perhaps this is a good time to replay this story, produced in 1988. I still live in the same neighborhood, but it feels different now. It\\u2019s like there was a tall tree in my front yard but now the tree is gone and only a stump remains. I am stumped. I used to depend on trust\\u2014standing or sitting close to strangers and holding a microphone less than a foot from their faces. Now that\\u2019s not going to happen again for a while.

In the meantime, here\\u2019s to remembering the good old days.

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