To the editors:
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The best thing about our block is and always has been the variety represented by the buildings and their occupants. Yuppie lawyers and brokers and executives (the “snooty, well-groomed newcomers,” no doubt), the “aging old guard,” and even the occasional neer-do-well tenant have managed to live here in comparative harmony. We’ll miss Tina’s and Rosie’s watchful eyes and willingness to accept UPS packages in a block nearly deserted on weekdays. There’s no better security than nosy neighbors who are at home a lot. We’ll miss Tina’s concern for the few neighborhood children. We’ll miss those fattening block party goodies, even though spinach quiche and Perrier have joined the cakes and beer in recent years. Where was Marion last January when we block residents gathered at a farewell party for Tina and Rosie and met the young broker whose house is scheduled to rise from the vacant lot?
Incidentally, Tina’s tenants included her son and her grandson as well, as any block resident should know. Why all the hostile innuendo? And since when have obesity, a loud voice, and cooking with garlic been crimes?
