Notes on loving your neighbor
Love thy neighbor as thyself . . . Aw, itâ€™s easy to love Mr. C., as heâ€™s the guy who cheerfully lends his tools to everyone on the street and gives away hatfuls of fresh redolent summer-savory tomatoes. Heâ€™s the kind of guy who has an extra set of tire chains in his garage for when you suddenly have to drive over the mountain to retrieve a sick kid from college, and he says ah keep â€™em until spring, sonâ€”itâ€™s not like I need them. Itâ€™s easy to love that guy.
Itâ€™s not as easy to love Mrs. M., who is a ferocious bitter snide supercilious gossip and loves to intimate darkly that easy drugs and easier sex are rife among the teenagers in the neighborhood. But it can be done, if you just smile and grind your teeth, and consider that at least she is not heavily armed, or the governor, or in charge of the national Twitter feed.
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