Having been born and raised in Quincy, I grew up without expectations of anonymity. Whenever I go shopping, or to the movies or anywhere in town I expect to run into at least a handful of people I know.
My wife, Amy, has gotten to dread grocery shopping with me and makes fun of how long it takes me. Last week I ran to the store to buy a head of lettuce and some cheese for dinner, and eventually returned home an hour later. I find it hard to see people I know and not engage in some sort of conversation with them.