My childhood (up to age 14) was in Roslindale, which is a part of Boston. We lived in a middle class neighborhood & our house was a fairly modest ranch with two flower beds in front painted my dad's favorite color, brown. Fast forward to present day and a family of Ricans live there & painted it 4 different shades, the yard is full of ladders and other ****, needs to be re-roofed, fence falling down, etc. My dad would be rolling in his grave now to see what the house he build looks like now.
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