Oh, how I loved hearing Mr. Rogers sing his song. It meant peace and quiet for a half hour as my two toddlers settled down to spend time with this gentle psychologist-turned-TV neighbor.
Today, as I was walking back from a Metra ride to a northern suburb for a writing class, the phrase started singing all by itself in my head. So I stopped, took my iPhone out of my backpack, and took pictures. It is a beautiful day in my neighborhood today!
Amid the fading of summer and the coming of fall with its aromas of pumpkin spice cake and fresh eucalyptus, and quoting Mr. Rogers, I ask you: “Won’t you be my neighbor?”