All right: You know that you live in a wonderful neighborhood when you need a professional color photograph sent to your publicist and all you have to do is call up your neighbor and dear friend down the street, and say, "Hey, I need you to shoot like 100 pictures of me. Yeah. Like, now." And you take pictures in the grass, against the tree, against her house, and finally, the best picture is of you standing in her dog run where one of your favorite dogs, Brutus (aka Rudy) digs his holes.
Note Annie's little feet in the picture: she's a serious renaissance gal: sculptor, painter, photographer, teacher, Mom, wife, boogie-woogie dancer. The list goes on and on.
I moved to this magical neighborhood--where my neighbors are family--in 1999. You can tell I'm surrounded by good vibrations just by the look on my face.