A moving truck loaded with furniture was parked in front of a Southern California home. A husband and wife were sweeping out the open garage when a woman from a house across the street approached with an apple pie. "Welcome to the neighborhood," she said. "I baked it myself and I want you to have it." "Really, we can't," the husband replied. "Of course you can," she ran on. "When I moved in two years ago no one welcomed me, and I want you to feel at home." She thrust the pie into the husband's hands. "Uh, well, you see," he stumbled, with an embarrassed laugh, "we've been here four years and we're moving away." The woman stared at him, dumbfounded, her mouth open. "Well," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "enjoy it anyway!" (1) 

That could happen in a lot of neighborhoods, couldn't it? I…