Posted by D'Ambrosio
on Monday, June 26th 2017:
In Reply to: Would you consider moving back? posted by Lottie on Friday, June 23rd 2017:
The answer is never, ever! Even when I visit, I can't stand the heavy traffic, the horrible way that people drive, the constant horn blowing, the double and triple parking, the lack of parking places, pedestrians who won't get out of your way on the sidewalks, the garbage which is piled up all the time, the humid weather in the summer, and the bitter cold weather in the winter, and last, but certainly not least, the smelly, dirty, noisy, and crowded subways, with the pushing and shoving. Even when I lived in Brooklyn in the 1950's, and 1960's, life was not always easy for a homeowner. We were constantly getting hassled by people who alleged that they fell on our sidewalk, and looked to sue us, to make a fast buck from the homeowner's insurance company. Then, there were cars which would constantly block our driveway; the NYFD, would ring our bell, on their home "inspections" and allege that we needed fire escapes, when it was not required by law (based on the size and age of our house). There were also Sanitation men who would ring our bell during the holidays, looking for a handout; other Sanitation men would routinely throw our garbage can covers all over the sidewalk; drunks would urinate on the street near our house, people who would be screaming and cursing at each other under our window, gang members would hang out near out house, and make noise, and the cops from the 70th precinct, would never come when they were called; there were people who would let their dogs near their thing near our home, and become very confrontational, when they were requested to clean up, after their beloved pooches fouled our sidewalk. Outside of the above, it was an absolute delight to live in Brooklyn, New York. P.S. In 1960, while returning from upstate New York (I had returned by bus via the Port Authority Bus Station, to the subway). A very nice Hispanic gentleman assisted me with my luggage, as there was quite a distance from from the Port Authority to the BMT. He wouldn't take a penny from me. However, when I came to Avenue H of the Brighton Beach line, I still had another five blocks to walk, with heavy luggage. I nicely asked a person about 19 or 20 to help me, and that I would pay him. His response was "F--- you"; although I was shocked at the time, in retrospect, his response was typical of the attitude which prevailed then, and still prevails now, vis-a-vis helping someone in need. Hence, I would not want to live in that asphalt jungle.
Reference ID: BK94858
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