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I have had many neighbors, but I will never forget one of them. The old man who lived across the street from my childhood home had a wonderful bed of tulips in his back yard. I stumbled onto them one afternoon as I cut through on my way to a friend’s house. A long…

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I’m fortunate to have grown up in the neighborhood that I did. I knew the names of all my neighbors, looked forward to holiday cookie plates, watched local parades from their doorsteps and in their yards and lived near the downtown area (which we called uptown because it was to the north of us,…