Six years ago, I came to love my adopted Brooklyn neighborhood through the day to day experiences of my child.
The “men on the corner who blow fire”, the “pig dog”, grocers bearing candy, the diner, and the playground devoid of shade.
Our neighborhood is upscaling rapidly. Something that has improved our lifestyle and ensured we will not live here much longer.
Monday, WNYC had a panel on whether an urban middle class is still possible in the 21st century.
I can’t help but feel my life is a kind of hothouse flower.