 
        
        When we moved from California to Atlanta, GA, there were things I had to adjust to … southern accents, sweet tea, and banana pudding. I quickly discovered you could say the meanest thing about a person as long as you added “Bless their heart …” somewhere to the sentence. “Billy is the dumbest kid I know, bless his heart.” One of the things I had to adjust to was the lack of fences in the backyard. Here’s an aerial picture of our house in Covington, GA. I could wave at neighbors two or three doors down either side. In California, you might not even know what your neighbors looked like. It was more like Tim Allen only seeing the hat and eyes of Mr. Wilson. Our American culture emphasizes words like privacy, personal, and individual. Our technology, as much as it allows us to be "connected", often ends us encouraging us to be…
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