A Gail’s has replaced the old phone-repair shop where Mr Abdi fixed my smashed phone screen for free when I was twenty-two. A cheese-and-wine shop has nestled into the place where Ms Eunice used to tell us, with a straight face, that she was out of jerk chicken. There’s a SpiritCycle opening a couple of doors down, which is especially insulting because it’s a knock-off of another brand of workout class where you ride a stationary bike as someone shouts at you.
Gentrification!!!
