What inspires me right now are the specifics I’m hearing from the people I’m interviewing, those magic moments that make a neighborhood feel like home. The fresh-baked treats served from a food cart outside the subway, and the guy who knows your name because you buy them and give him a smile.The family-owned diner, where all the servers know your life better than your own family and offer you a cookie on days when you are sad.The friends you make while you walk your dog. In my own world, my building super’s kid who shoots me with an imaginary gun each and every time I see him (I may have encouraged this); the toddlers who play together in the lobby; the man on the corner who says “hello” every day, and the old lady sitting outside on her lawn chair, holding court like the Queen of England. “Hello Louise!” “Hello Lori, have a nice day sweetheart.” The people at the local nail salon with a free bowl of candy and smile, who give you an extra shoulder massage after a $9 manicure because the can see you need it. The workers at a local bakery who just LOVE making treats every day and can’t wait tell you about the new walnut raisin bread they made that morning.