Here, it's a little different. You walk down the street with your eyes forward and go about your business. Almost no one says "Hi!" anymore, because your neighbor could be a dangerous gang member, or a crazed serial killer armed to the teeth.
I'll never forget how strange it was when I was in the south while in the military. 'Souther Hospitality' seemed so odd, with complete strangers greeting you warmly. We northerners would look at them as if they were another species, as our guard was up because of where we were raised. My how some things can be so different, as the environment you're raised in can really mean a lot.
It does, that's very true.
small story I grew up in a rough neighbourhood. You needed eyes in the back of your head. When I moved to a small village in England people used to leave their doors open at night. That used to weird me out to hell.