The Old Daze--Call it Nostalgia
When people talk about Williamsburgh, I hardly recognize what they say to me, although it all makes sense, seeing that I was part of the gentrification process that came as a tidal wave among the then, unsuspecting, working-class inhabitants. I mean, to say that we were the first college-grad scavengers on the hunt for low rent to come into Williamsburgh, Brooklyn would be a colossal untruth. But anyway, by the time I had moved to Flux, I had already lived in Flatbush, Trinidad, Chelsea, the East Village, the West Village, Borum Hill. I had fallen out with my then roommates and they kicked me out! (I had a bad temper back then!) Leah, one of my bestest friends in the whole world and my roommate at the time, moved out in solidarity with me. It was not a small sacrifice--our pad in Borum Hill was a charm. We rented the entire house, had a backyard--in short, every New Yorker's dream home. Where could we go? Leah and I did what every other smart thinking person would do: We called Bet...