For today’s walk with L, took the train to the neighborhood I once considered home.
It’s been a while, and it’s pretty as ever.
It’s funny to see the big red posters in every multimillion-dollar house, right above the blue Bernie-2016 stickers. “Save our neighborhood”, they plead. “No towers!”, they demand.
It’s funny how once I would have supported them, but now, living in exactly the no-frills box of a tower they are protesting, I can’t help it but feel schadenfreude.
They will likely get to keep their places tower-free, tasteful, wholesome and pretty, occasionally grumbling about tourists from other parts of the town who come and visit.
tinfoilparachute 