I went for a walk last night and stopped and visited with a cat lying in what I assume was her own front yard. She let me scratch her ears, and licked my fingers because I had recently eaten some imported wafer cookies I had bought at a pizza joint.
For me, this is how the quality of life is measured. I don't care what they name the new downtown boulevard, or how many lights are on the new skyscraper. If the neighborhood pets are friendly, and the trees shade the sidewalks, and neighbors wave as they drive by, then I think things are fine in this town.
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