stoops, spaldeens, and searching for a new place to live.
looking for hi-bounce rubber balls and community.
The week before we found out that our building had been put up for sale, I spent an afternoon trolling the internet for historical images of our block. It’s a fairly regular habit I have—a knee-jerk reaction to hearing an address or listening to an old-timer share a story. Some people immediately head to Zillow, I just want to see the archival imagery.