Prospect Heights

Took a walk through my old neighborhood, Prospect Heights (more on Prospect Heights), where we lived from 2000 - 2002. It's shaped up quite a bit since we were there, new restaurants and cafes. More importantly, I didn't get a single "hey white girl!" comment as I strolled about.

Our old crazy landlord lady still seems to be in charge at Lincoln Place.
The same gaudy Christmas decorations that she used to put up around the building during the holidays were there today as well. When we lived in the building, there used to be a glowing plastic snowman on the fire escape right outside our window, and it lit up the whole bedroom (which was basically the entire apartment). The plastic snowman wouldn't come down until the plastic Easter bunny replaced him months later. Not only did the landlord lady have poor taste in....everything....she also threatened to kill her husband on several occasions, as they often argued outside in the hallway - "shut up or I will get my gun!" - and I would hide under the covers in my bed.

The liquor store is also still there, despite flashier places and bars opening up all over Washington avenue. But the laundromat, where I one early morning inhaled lots of smoke from a seemingly nearby fire (which turned out to be the World Trade center burning, but I didn't know that until after I loaded the machine), is gone.