The last time I was in Bridgeport was sad. My wife and I were showing our grandson around her hometown. The bridge to Pleasure Beach where her family cottage was located was gone -- burned, it think -- and Beechmont Dairy looked like Hell. Her grammar school, Nathan Hale, was gone, replaced by some sort of housing, and her family's house on West Taft Avenue had a car up on blocks in the front yard.
My old neighborhood in New Haven, Westville, hasn't changed much, but the city sure has, and places I used to hang out are now battlegrounds for gangs.
post edited by Michael Hoffman - 2011/03/18 15:57:40