A Gaslight Village moment: neighbors hanging out on the porch singing Bohemian Rhapsody loudly - at 7 PM on a Monday out of joie de vive and not at 3 AM Saturday out of intoxication. And with a reasonable approximation of harmony.
It truly is Bohemian Paradise up here on the north side. I'll grant you that life in a rundown ramshackle set of mismatched buildings, among very broke arty college kids, is not everyone's cup of espresso. But I'm having fun with it.
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