It was the dogs I noticed first. Fewer
catahoula mutts, fewer pits, and more golden retrievers pulling
scrubbed pink people pushing expensive perambulators containing The
Heir. The humans avoid eye contact; if they do smile or nod it is
with a tight opaque face. I'm seeing more Volvos, fewer clapped-out
minivans with ladder racks. Fewer folks sitting on porches or stoops,
in fact fewer porches and stoops and more blank tall gates. Every new
house is like its own American compound. I feel so... colonized. I
get it, though. They love the location, they're just not crazy about
the neighborhood.
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