I am infatuated with Brooklyn, and more specifically, addicted to the Slope. I really love my neighborhood. I went running in Prospect Park this morning at 6 a.m., even. And I think that Manhattanites who snub Brooklyn out of some misguided sense of fabulosity... well, they just don't know what they're missing. Anyway, isn't it sad when you deprive yourself just to project an image?
My desire to share the beauty and perfection of the borough of Kings has been tempered, however, by a fear that once everyone figured out how great it is, it would get overcrowded or too expensive or etcetera, etcetera. You know that New York tragedy. And now it's happening, of course, but I will keep my chin up and just spend more time in the park, while I wait for the inevitable crash.