From dreams pursued on cracked asphalt to a first-day-of-spring surprise hatched in a laundromat, from a gender-bending “fresh” cut to a 46-pound meat bargain and stood-up Mormons on a Fillmore Street stoop, the Independent spent a day tracking the rhythms of neighborhood life.
4:21 p.m. Newhallville: After school and ahead of the evening’s basketball tryouts, 14-year-old Willie Wiggins tuned up his game on the cracked asphalt of a vacant lot at Newhall and Starr streets — a lot his mother considers safe enough to hang out on, a lot at least one neighbor fears might become lost to “gentrification.”
2:38 p.m. Fair Haven: The woman with “fresh” written on her ring — and braids long gone — walked amid the guys filling Orlando’s barber shop, sat in the chair, and asked for her new usual: a wave cut with designs in the back.
10:25 a.m. East Rock: Hilary Stearns rushed into the Wash Tub to throw a load of clothes into the dryer — and make time for some outdoor fun once the work day ends.