Hill Street Blues

A few days ago, when Eunice dropped me off, Jae saw my apartment complex for the first time, he said it was very "bougie."  I couldn't help but smile.  It reminded me of Boston.  And living in a Howard-like condo.  And all that razzing that came with being posh in the South End, all the farmer's markets and brunch spots and $10,000 flame retardant furniture in the common space.  Even as pictures from my window kept popping up in places like the Harvard Public Health Review to inform me that I was living in a food desert.  It happened against yesterday, reading the New York Times (natch).  The article was about a high school student from one of the "poorer sections" of Boston trying to get into college.  I had that de ja vu feeling again.  The accompanying photo collage of her rough neighborhood showed scenes from my commute for 3 years.  That was my CVS.  I walked the rough streets of Boston.  And now I'm doing it in B'more.