The epiphany hit last week while I was trying to push a neighbor’s old Chevy Tahoe off the streetscape median.

I was walking home from the grocery store Saturday and I saw two guys struggling to push the hulking SUV backward off the raised median. I could see my elderly neighbor behind the wheel. I’d never met him, but I’d seen him outside his house, a few blocks from mine, for years.

Another man, and his wife and his dog, out for a stroll, crossed the street to avoid the car chaos, not making eye contact with the guys in a fuss or me.

“It won’t go in reverse,” my neighbor told me through his car window as I approached to see what was up.

The two guys pushing couldn’t heave hard enough to get the car off the median and back into the street. I couldn’t help but think what good friends m

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