Interesting to read of Franklin's Junto posse. Also, a certain Robert Grace was a member by virtue of his gentleman stature -- which seems to translate to sugar daddy with a fat stash (bitchin' library too apparently) who was a good hang to boot. For now, not holding my breath on SugarD to sweetin' our simplicity, heh!
Another thought is like the unacknowledged elephant in the room: Our low-density spreadout is decidedly different and missing the component of shared physical place. We all know this of course, but it is a huge distinction that ought not be forgotten, I'd think. Btw, another thought had whilst on my morning 'block-walk' was that these folks all had completely robust full-body...well, that is to say, they all walked all the time (and rode, but undoubtedly showed up to club meetings...having couch surfed very little, heh). Whereas in our trip we seem to need so-called surrogate activities just to work up a sweat; another quality of our modern livelihood that needs to perhaps be figured in the mix. (By the way, on said block-walk, had meaningful communion with several neighbors. And I broke a sweat!)
Otherwise, as for shared ethic and such, I always seem to reckon that 'local community enabling' rather than bolstering gnarly centralized forces is a good thing. (Catch my sorry ass in the Walmart buying my toothpaste and I'll probably just pretend I'm visiting as a golf tournament participant, not really Darren, or some such shit...) And then the other thing is that a sense for the damage that has occurred, say in the past 30-40 years comes to mind. I mean besides the outward things, the inward sociological stuff that has been stitched into us: the fear, the stupidity, the hole-suck approach of homo-economicus. Anyway, speaking as an asshole buying toothpaste at Walmart, who listens to NPR sponsored by the Natural Gas Alliance (and Walmart), I can't help but think that a high degree of compassion is a necessary part of going forward. Of course that is a balance that I'm reminded of when some douchey neighbor is behaving poorly -- I stay compassionate...until I wish them to hell...heh.
It's weird though. At the lofty age of 48, I feel less and less able to point my finger and assess blame in any kind of way that feels ...astute. (Ryerro -- bumper sticker idea (for your bicycle until you break down and shamelessly buy a car..to purchase toothpaste with:
Don't Blame Me, Blame my God Damned Robot!
I digress. But dang, I'm awash with new ideas for Robot bumperstickers! ...Okay, I'll go first:
My Robot is Newer Than Your Robot
Ask Me About My Robot
My Robot has Roots
Okay, I got grass to cut...