It was a crazy move. The neighbors up the street saw our Illinois license plate. They brought us dinner. The winter before last, when the snow was so heavy, a neighbor came by with his snow plow, and helped us finish our driveway. So did the neighbor across the street.
People watch out for other people.
Drive down Quidnessett Heights's secluded streets, and you may hear the sounds of children playing and discover children riding their bikes down the middle of the road. Few cars come through here. So children tossing balls into one of a series of basketball hoops that lines the side of the street is not unusual. At dusk, the street empties out. Children, carrying balls and baseball gloves, head back to their own yards.