When I moved from Colorado to Virginia at age 11, I made 2 best friends in my neighborhood. Annie lived in the townhouse next door, and Denise was just a few townhouses down. Little did I know at the ripe ol' age of eleven, that these girls would become a constant in my life. Fast forward 30 years, and we are still the best of friends. We have grown up together, have done stupid high school stunts together, and shared life's many ups and downs. If anyone has my back, it will always be Anne and Denise. Growing up, Annie's mom was the neighborhood watch. She wasn't part of the neighborhood watch, she WAS the neighborhood watch. Nothing and no one could come in or out of our little culdesac without Mrs. Harrington noting it. When we were young, it was comforting. When we were teens, it was ominous. You didn't have to wonder, you KNEW Mother Harrington was watching. The wonderful thing was, Mother H didn't rat you out. She would wait until the time was right, invit...