When I think of Harlem in New York, the pictures of neighbors sitting on their stoops is what comes to mind. This happens in my neighborhood. Because the houses are on a small brick road that abuts the water of a small harbor, every house has chairs or benches in front. [you might remember last year someone lifted my chair] and so it was Sunday, four sets of neighbors shared a glass on the stoop. As cars went by, those that knew the neighbors, stopped, rolled down their windows to say hello. Those that didn’t tried to zoom by which was accompanied by much comment. The passing dog walkers smiled, the tourists looked shyly and the gathering finally broke up when the evening sun set and the air turned cold.