uptown ups
and downs
Two—maybe three—guys just walked down the alley under my open window, exchanging insults in that singsong, play-acting voice. “Fuck you.” “Bitch.” And then—the ultimate burn, the insult of insults—“Ray’s a Republican.” And a second time, voice raised even louder this time, to be sure that everyone in the vicinity hears the coup de grace. “RAY’S A REPUBLICAN.”
I love Uptown.
On the other hand, tonight at dinner I overheard the conversation at the table next to me—I suppose you could say that I eavesdropped, but it’s kind of a tomato/tom-ah-to question in my opinion—and as near as I could figure, one of the diners was on a no-carb diet, one was avoiding sugars, and the third was eating only raw foods.
So I guess, like every neighborhood, it has its plusses and minuses.