Growing up in Indiana, there were a number of local customs - from picking apples in the Fall to attending the State Fair (not my favorite) to Little 500/Grand Prix. But one thing I always appreciated was the friendliness of neighbors, particularly the “good morning wave.” Whether you knew someone or not, there was an unspoken credo that you waved hello if passing by in the wee hours of the morning morning while walking the dog, on a run, or driving by as they picked up the newspaper at the end of the driveway.
The Decline of the Friendly Wave
The Decline of the Friendly Wave
The Decline of the Friendly Wave
Growing up in Indiana, there were a number of local customs - from picking apples in the Fall to attending the State Fair (not my favorite) to Little 500/Grand Prix. But one thing I always appreciated was the friendliness of neighbors, particularly the “good morning wave.” Whether you knew someone or not, there was an unspoken credo that you waved hello if passing by in the wee hours of the morning morning while walking the dog, on a run, or driving by as they picked up the newspaper at the end of the driveway.