Quote Originally Posted by KK4AMI View Post
I remember when the leading form of neighborhood communication was the front porch and a refrigerator full of drinks. After work, my father would sit on the front porch with a paper and beer. Neighbors would stop by to talk and he would tell them to go in and grab a beer. Soon the wives and kids came out with food. Pretty soon we had a gathering of families on somebodies front porch until dark.
Yep, that's how it was at my Grandfather's house in the Bronx in the old days. Everyone used to gather in the kitchen and on Sunday's in the summer the front door would be open and old friends, acquaintances, and neighbors would just walk in, have a little wine, some bread and cheese, and they would sit and talk. Don;t see that way of life that much anymore.