Is it possible that we are all born with a density comfort zone, just as we are told by a certain bed manufacturer that we all have a “sleep number”? Would that explain why some of us choose to live in urban neighborhoods, some in suburbs, some out in the country? I couldn’t help but wonder this on a recent family vacation to New York City. Wandering around some of the densest blocks of Manhattan, I became acutely aware of how many strangers I bumped up against daily – in elevators, on the sidewalk, in the subway. More >>
