You name it. Life works best on a personal scale. I was born and raised in a place called Merrick. About 40,000 or so people who shared the common bond of having bought Cape Cod or split-level houses near one particular stop on the Long Island Railroad. You name it.
Life works best on a personal scale.
Not bad, I guess. You couldn't know everybody, but you could know the neighborhoods, so you pretty much knew how to get along. Unless you needed help from the local government. Politically, I learned to my horror as a boy, there is no Merrick. The town of Hempstead.