I lived in an old house on N 19th (Fairmont) for two years as a single woman with two large dogs. There was a murder on my street in the second year and Joe Morrissey knocked on my door once. The trash on the streets was frustrating. But the drug dealers next door brought me my package when it was delivered to the wrong house. I made a point of speaking to my older neighbors who were all nice. I only went to the community grocery store once but it made me sad :/

On summer nights I would sit on my porch and watch the bats flying between the street lights.