Little towns are a fast disappearing scene. I don't mean a little town in the sense of its size, I mean the camaraderie and neighborly ways. Gone are the days when a stranger would help another in need with no thought of compensation for the deed. Gone are the days when a neighbor could walk next door, yell into the open door, "yoo-hoo"! and ask to borrow a cup of sugar.
Disappearing are the little cafe's where everyone knows your name and are always glad you came; the cafe's where the waitress knows you, your parents and your grandparents, and asks about them.
It's said that people will ride an elevator daily for 20+ years with someone who lives right next door to them and never find out their name.
That's why, when a good deed is performed, it makes the front page news; because it's a rare occurrence.
I wish my children could have grown up in those days instead of the hustle and bustle of today where everyone is in a hurry to get from Point A to Point B and don't care who they step on to get there.
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