Loss of community   6 comments

Explorer of the Seas Bermuda Oct 20139I haven’t written anything for a few weeks. I was up in New York for the 83 precinct reunion. Old stories told and retold with a toast or two to those who are no longer with us. It was a great time with some of the greatest cops who ever lived.  We were the last of the cowboy cops.

After that a birthday party for my daughter Jen. Again a great time. Then it was onto the Explorer of the Seas for a trip to Bermuda. The picture is Red Hook from the cruise ship when we set sail. When we got back there was a more private dinner for Jen’s birthday. It was a great two weeks but now I am back in Florida. I am scheduled for another Inspired Mic reading on Tuesday at the Beachfront Beanery. If you can make it give it a try. I am also back writing things on this blog.

Now for something different that I have been thinking about. I have heard a million reasons why people are disconnected from their neighborhoods and neighbors. I feel there is one reason that no one ever thinks of.

So what is this terrible thing that has cut us off from those around us, air conditioning. Just think about this. Remember hot summer nights, everyone in the neighborhood would be out sitting on stoops or lawn chairs. The kids playing in the street or in the Johnny Pumps. For those who don’t know a fire hydrant in Brooklyn was a Johnny Pump. They were the Red Hook version of a country swimming hole. There was very little street crime because every block had a hundred people sitting outside. Besides everyone knew each other. It is easier to steal from strangers.

So there we had all the kids, the parents and grandparents sitting outside, talking about the days affairs with the neighbors. That has come to an end. Now we all stay in our air conditioned homes or apartments. Huddled against the heat we lose the sense of belonging to a community. Our new air conditioned neighborhood doesn’t go further than the front door. On a hot summer night a city street can be as empty as a ghost town. The window lights don’t connect, they are each separate and lonely.

Well that is it for today. Next time I hope to make more sense.

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  1. Pingback: Loss of community | bushwick83

  2. Glad you enjoyed your trip. You are so true about the air conditioning. I can still see the people and hear the noises from those summer nights. We really did have a Great Upbringing!

  3. Mr. Softee

  4. What about Good Humor or even further back, Bungalow Bar? The latter was the little truck that a pitched shingle roof on top, remember that one? I even remember when E.D. was a guy named Ed (or a horse) My god, I’m old!

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