DADDY sez...

So, the apartment in Bed-Stuy is pretty cool. We're right on some invisible unmarked zone between the "Huckstable-ey" and the Hoody.

Projects on one side and quiet tree-lined streets full of brownstones on the other.

Our street is tree-lined but has slightly shorter walk-up buildings (3-story instead of 4-story.) so it's sunnier.

The first night we were here I watched a guy around the corner get arrested. Probably for drugs because after the cop cars left, a few stragglers in blue uniforms kept looking through the bushes with their flashlights. And there were only about 6 cops around the guy for a half hour before they hauled him away.

I figure if a gun was involved, there would be at least a dozen. I hung around to see if they would "Rodney King" the dude.

This area must be somewhat tame, because they let REALLY SKINNY white chick cops walk the beat late at night alone.

We got a pretty good deal on the place. I like the architectural detail inside. Mollie likes the SPACE and the light. The Super is really nice.

We were glad to get out of the old place. It was less than 200 square feet. It made Kevin's shack-of-a-house look Mansion-like. That tiny box-like apartment was nice and cool. Conveniently close to the train, but also Hoody Hoody loud.

The locals enjoyed a variety of activities: Yelling late at night, Thumping the Bass line, putting their dogs out back to bark incessantly. And of course: the dual avocations of Crowing and Shuckin n' Jive-n.

But now we're farther from the tracks: about halfway between the J-M-Z and the A-C lines.

There's a scarcity of good restaurants and grocery stores though. Probably why white folk usually choose to live in Williamsburg with all its "Vibrant Urbane Sophistication".

Thank god most white people are afraid of black people. I love this place.

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"Scratchin' and surviving.
Good Times.
Hangin in a chow line and jivin'
Good Times.
Ain't we lucky we got 'em
Good Times."