Lock your car, take your keys, in old-time Phoenix
I lived in Los Angeles in the 1980s, where if you turned your back for a few seconds your stuff would be stolen, and never, ever saw anyone walk away from their car without locking it, and taking their keys. When I moved back to Phoenix in 1989, failing to lock your car and take your keys was unimaginable, as it is today. But when I time-travel in my imagination to old-time Phoenix, even as recently as the 1970s, I know that it was a common thing to do. And that's because it's a small-town thing, and I like that.
As recently as 1995 when I visited my grandma is a tiny town in northern Minnesota, I saw unlocked vehicles, with keys hanging in the ignition. And I saw it not as "what a bunch of idiots" but with the warmth of knowing that they were surrounded by friends, and people that they could trust.
To this day, I see people in my neighborhood of Glendale (which is a suburb of Phoenix) get out of their car, leave the door open, engine running, and walk over to the mailbox. I like to walk around my neighborhood a lot, and as I stroll by I'm smiling. I would glance over, knowing that in a heartbeat I could, if I wanted to, be miles away in their car. But, as you know, a life of crime never interested me.
When I time-travel back to old-time Phoenix, I'm not looking over my shoulder all of the time. I feel safe, and I leave my car unlocked, and the keys in the ignition.
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