It's an immigrant neighborhood without the community. It's a young area without vitality. It's a historically interesting area without the pride. What is here to write about except as a sidenote to stories of other places and people from elsewhere?
Or perhaps it's me? I don't go to the Brazilian cafes enough, don't talk to the neighbors out on warm spring days except to play with their dogs. In my defense there's no unified story there's disparate people with their separate stories, and while they may make for interesting stories, a good neighborhood story they don't make. And allow me to blame the car and Uber centric culture here, unlike new York where you don't have th commuter-centric culture of a big city and you don't have the people-centric culture of a small place. We are uninteresting uninteracting molecules in a soup of...stuff...unable or unwilling to coalesce into something cool, worth than the sum total of our parts. The only thing that unites us is geography and our disinterest in interacting with one another.
So perhaps those stories will never get written because there aren't enough stories of the place to be worth putting down on ink and paper...
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