On Saturday mornings you don't need an alarm clock.

It's really quite interesting to go from one neighborhood's vibe to another.

Last night I got some amazing oxtail from Errol's and this morning I was awaken at 7:30AM by the sounds of my neighbor's radio as she cleaned out her van.

A little while later I was coaxed back out of sleep by the music of one of the other tenants in our apartment and while moving boxes around I was kept company by music on the street.

There was not this much music in Park Slope. Not this much sit on your stoop and hang out with the radio on while playing games kind of life.