We live in a pretty gritty neighborhood.
I mean, we're not talking The Wire-esque Baltimore, here, but it's not exactly Mayberry.
Even still, we have moments and places of utter loveliness within throwing distance of our humble (and breaky) abode:
|Our neighbor's Koi pond. The girls sometimes think this|
is the Aquarium. Even though they've been to the real
one, I've yet to properly correct them.
|We live four blocks from Manor Playlot, the manicured little park|
that's right down the street from Blago's old house. It's quite
lovely there, even with all the corruption nearby.
|They do okay for city kids. Zuzu can even be barefoot around here. |
Even if she can never, ever, crawl on the ground of this park.