#neighborhood

We saw hundreds of programs to redevelop the central city, the neighborhoods, in the past. ↗

— Jane Byrne

#city #hundreds #in the past #neighborhoods #past

If you don't visit the bad neighborhoods, the bad neighborhoods are going to visit you. ↗

— Thomas Friedman

#going #neighborhoods #visit #you

I loved it, but had to forget about acting after elementary school because it was the sort of thing you just didn't do in my rough neighborhood. ↗

— Sherman Hemsley

#acting #after #because #elementary #elementary school

I was born in Champaign in 1918. From the neighborhood elementary and intermediate schools, I went to the University High School in the twin city, Urbana. ↗

— James Tobin

#city #elementary #high #high school #i

In a neighborhood, as in life, a clean bandage is much, much better than a raw or festering wound. ↗

— Edward Koch

#better #clean #life #much #neighborhood

You swallow hard when you discover that the old coffee shop is now a chain pharmacy, that the place where you first kissed so-and-so is now a discount electronics retailer, that where you bought this very jacket is now rubble behind a blue plywood fence and a future office building. Damage has been done to your city. You say, ''It happened overnight.'' But of course it didn't. Your pizza parlor, his shoeshine stand, her hat store: when they were here, we neglected them. For all you know, the place closed down moments after the last time you walked out the door. (Ten months ago? Six years? Fifteen? You can't remember, can you?) And there have been five stores in that spot before the travel agency. Five different neighborhoods coming and going between then and now, other people's other cities. Or 15, 25, 100 neighborhoods. Thousands of people pass that storefront every day, each one haunting the streets of his or her own New York, not one of them seeing the same thing. ↗

— Colson Whitehead

#change #consumerism #individuality #loss #memories

Last week I placed a hand-written sign in front of my neighborhood that read, “Lost Mustache. Please do not feed. If found, contact Mouth,” and I left my phone number. Nobody’s called. Perhaps the neighborhood cat lady took it in and is petting it on her lap at this very moment. Ah, but that’s life, no?
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— Jarod Kintz

#cat-lady #cats #contact #lap #life

I wanted to be that cranky old guy that stands on his porch and yells at the neighborhood kids. ↗

— Robert Lansing

#guy #his #i #kids #neighborhood