A new resident of Sugar Hill (specifically, Saint Nicholas Avenue and 146th Street) writes a serious meditation on moving to the neighborhood. On meeting the neighbors: "Arthur's expression was impossible to read: a definitive smile, but no, wait, what else was under there? 'Don't worry, I'll get to you later,' he said, which I took to mean either its face-value version—I'm a little busy right now entertaining guests, but I'll be sure to talk to you later—or something more portentous like, Look, we'll discuss your invasion of this hallowed ground when I'm ready to address it. I had an irrational urge to shout out, 'I'm a renter, not a gentrifier!', but I realized this was a ridiculous statement." [HuffPo]
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