Last fall, I drove through a great neighborhood on a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Littleton, Colorado. 78 degrees. Sunny. The weather was probably not all that different from where I grew up outside of Los Angeles. I pass the local park. Beautiful trees. New playground equipment. Impeccable grass. I think to myself, “I wish the grass at my house looked that nice.” Two great basketball courts. Empty. In fact, the entire park is empty. I pass two other parks on my way home. One has an adult Mexican organized soccer league game going on while their kids play on the playground equipment. The other park is empty like the first with a basketball court that looks like it has never been used.