If I don’t thank God everyday that I was raised in a neighborhood of Brennicks, Breaus and Theriaults, I certainly should. All good, good people.

I worry that kids nowadays aren’t raised in neighborhoods where they have multiple fathers and mothers all looking out for everyone’s kids.

It seems society has suffered a loss of community. People used to live where they shopped and worked; among neighbors who had been neighbors. Now, some of us are even driving out of state to work and are coming home only weekends.

A loss of presence in kids’ lives.

I hope I’m wrong. I hope neighbors are still good neighbors and children are raised knowing that very good people are looking out for them.

I’m not little anymore, but I’ll always look up to the men of my neighborhood, and I’ll always be in love with their beautiful, beautiful wives.

Tom Bulger, Wilton