In my neighborhood, all us neighbors are good neighbors. We accomplish this by never going outside our houses, except in a car.
But, once in a while, something happens which, at least, raises the possibility of direct, neighborly interaction. So it happened, last Thursday night, I was reading TSC.com and my Internet went out.
I looked at my broadband modem and it looked dead. Two steady, unblinking lights, replacing the animated flickering it had when alive. I tried various ways of resetting or recycling the beast, but it was beyond recovery.
Meanwhile, I was thinking. That morning, there had been some kind of cable truck next door, for half the day, and now there's an orange cable running from the box out at the street into my neighbor's house.
My first thought was, a fly-by-night cable guy has diverted my broadband connection into my neighbor's house. But, seized with neighborly thoughts, I decided that an accident had more likely happened, which was not the fault of anyone, and which might have caused me some piddling inconvenience.
So, I called Comcast and initiated a process by which Comcast employees vied among themselves to see which one would actually try to help me.
But I am happy to say that, tonight, one week later, my service has been restored. Thanks to all who had a hand in it.
Now. What's been going on? I've been out of touch... OK, I know. We're going over the falls.
But I don't care. I got my new best friend - the Focus Fund. Monday, it went up $2.08. The next day, it went down $1.29. Meanwhile, the broader market was breaking down. Yesterday, it went down a nickel. Today, it went down $0.15. A quarter of one percent.
Let the chilly winds blow.