The other week I was campaigning door-to-door in one of the major public housing projects in my neighborhood.
I'd walked past it a ton, but I'd never been in it, and then there I was, going door-to-door and knocking on doors and talking to parents out by the playground.
It was funny to think back to my youth, and to me here, now, knocking doors in the big city in a public housing project, and chit-chatting with the residents.
The vagaries of fate, and the connections!
Half the trouble in the world is that people just don't meet each other.
Even in my neighborhood, it's like this little unit with distinct boundaries, and people don't cross them enough, even though everyone's lovely.
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