You can see where my friends (at least, people who have acknowledged me through Google's social-networking project) are.
Although not literally my stoop, Coopers might as well be. The concrete-and-board benches outside welcome many of my neighbours: this morning Anna and I were sitting and enjoying some mutant macchiato when Jay rhymes-with-grimace and Sara(h) walked up.
On to the Kaltrain with the Kogswell!
Addendum:
in the evening, as I was pushing the pedals back hom'ards, received a call from Aram, who was "seven minutes away". Just after he pulled up on the Carleton, Mary and Arshad drove up onto the sidewalk, and we played a little music through Arshad's car and sat on the stoop. Next-door neighbour Logan learned a little about skateboarding, watching Aram ollie endlessly ("Can you tick-tack?" she asked.) And Amanda and David walked past with Pilot, who's not 22/7 or irrational in the least bit, and an exhausted jimg came home.