The Neighbor Who Taught Me Taxes Has Never Met My Accountant | A Neighborly Tip
The Neighbor Who Taught Me Taxes Has Never Met My Accountant | A Neighborly Tip Photo by Peter Robbins (@prphotography26.2) I noticed something a little strange about the way we live near each other. We nod at the mailbox. We wave from the driveway. And then we go inside and pay strangers on the internet to do things that the person three houses down could probably do in twenty minutes — and would genuinely enjoy doing. A time bank is, at its core, a simple fix for that strange gap. You offer one hour of something you know, and you earn one hour of something you need. A haircut for a bookshelf assembly. A Spanish lesson for a batch of tamales. Every hour is worth the same, no matter what it contains. I think that part is quietly radical. What I find most interesting is what a time bank does to the way you see your neighbors. Suddenly, the retired engineer two streets over isn't just the man with the immaculate lawn — he's someone who could probably help you unders...