I live in Jenkintown, Pennsylvania, which happens to be the setting for ABC’s hit sitcom The Goldbergs—a tribute by producer Adam Goldberg to his 1980s me-generation upbringing in this strange little borough just north of Philadelphia. I say strange because Jenkintown is something like Brigadoon, the magical village in the old musical that appears for one day every hundred years and never changes.

Fewer than 4,500 of us are hunkered down here against the world on little more than half a square mile—wedged between two large townships on a main drag that used to be a Lenape Indian footpath.

There are no forests or rivers or fields to physically set us apart, but there may as well be.

Think Mayberry among the strip malls.

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