Where I come from, being neighborly matters. I was born in Concord when my father farmed, and rows of fruit trees and vegetables outnumbered the neighbors. Our street was named after our neighbor, Mrs. Stimel. Walking home after school, we would stop at her house, and she fed us chicken soup. Concord is a place where neighbors look out for one another. Beyond Concord, I remember America cared for its neighbors and was respected by the entire world.