Our Neighborhood

We live in a nice neighborhood but we have wild things happen. The president has visited us on the way to Northwest high School and we have had two murders, two sucides but otherwise we are quiet. When we moved here in 1951 we still had milk and bread deliverys. The bread was Manor bread and the delivery person fell in love with a customer and murdered her husband. A nephew got tired of waiting for his aunt to die so he could have her money. We had two sucides. The boys in the corner house did not like the man in the house east of us and painted their opinion on the west side of his house in black paint. They were required to repaint the west side of the house and they were required to repaint that side. Then to have President Reagan drive on 67th Street we are really something. He even waved at us.