A recent Harris study (http://whitepagesinc.com/press/article/000000270), conducted on behalf of the White Pages, discovered that more Americans know their neighbors' cars than their neighbors' kids. Most people don't know their neighbors' first names, let alone cellphone numbers or email addresses. Well, I guess if I were more worried about my car being stolen than my kid being kidnapped, I would take great comfort in that fact. But since I do have insurance on my car and I consider my kids irreplaceable, I'm wishing "neighborly love" wasn't a thing of the past.Consider me old-fashioned but when my new neighbors moved in I baked them brownies (okay, yes, from a mix, but still). I introduced myself and let them know we'd always be around if needed. One time they did take me up on the offer and asked for bread in a kids' lunch "emergency"; hopefully I can return the ask if I'm ever in need. My husband travels and although we have alarms, dogs, and every security measure, I like to know that I can count on my neighbors should anything go wrong.More... (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jane-buckingham/not-such-neighborly-love_b_905890.html)