And I use the term "park" loosely. I can't think of one person in my neighborhood who wouldn't cheer if this park at the corner of MLK and Malcom X Avenue just disappeared. Between the loitering, public drinking, sleeping, and general shirtlessness it is far less a park and more a hang out spot. Everytime I pass this little corner I find myself wishing that an earthquake would swallow up the entire lot. I know it's harsh but after years and years of this my patience (and that of my neighbors) has worn pretty thin. I wish the National Park Service would remove all the picnic tables and benches, install more trashcans and fence off the grass (what little is left of it). I wish Park Police would stay posted in the park more often. I definetly wish that every milk crate, office chair, and treadmill would be hauled off with a quickness.

I've written about the lack of waiting rooms for local social service agencies and shelters and the negative impact it has on the neighborhood. In case you were wondering not a damn thing has been done although I am pretty sure the shelter on Saint Elizabeths East will be "relocated" in time for the new tenants to arrive.