Here are a few lessons I’d like to share for the Next Generation from my 85 years of living. Our Neighborhood As a kid in the city, we played with every kid on our end of the block; race or creed didn’t matter. We were each an equal part of our playing community. Our friends were important, especially when we took care of our younger siblings or watched out for the safety of the neighbor’s younger children as we played. Together we supported and stood up for each other, whether in a neighborhood squabble or on the school ground. Our spirit of togetherness was tight when we were indoors or scrambling around outside. We had huge imaginations, whether it was where to place a bridge for our little cars and trucks in the yard or how to build a tent hideout in our bedroom. Our Personal Habits If we were …