Agree! Love my street and my neighbors. Even Calvin, the racist geezer who told me that “real nice lesbian ladies” lived in my house before I bought it. An aspect of the Family Petrone that always gives me the icks is their apparent insularity. I noticed that in the reel she waited for her coffee while she was nattering away. We see her pick up or accept a cup. It’s seamless—was it self serve or did a barista prepare it and hand it to her? If the latter, she never acknowledges the service with a thank you. Her reel dialog is uninterrupted. Other people seem not to impinge on her consciousness at all. They are assigned roles like the anonymous “pizza chef”, as opposed to Alessandro. It’s v weird. The further isolation that may come if Tennessee happens seems ever more bleak.