You have to embrace the unexpected good things here, those serendipitous sweet moments. And that goes for Manhattan as well, it isn’t just this neighborhood. In fact, if anything, it is evident significantly more often here in PLG than in the city.
Walking up Lincoln from Flatbush I stopped to take a photo of a building entry. It has been modified and updated I believe; the original doors were replaced from what I can tell. But there was some nice stonework and a manicured front lawn, so I thought I would “document” the place. That is how I think of it anyway.
It was alternate side parking time, and the early birds were staking out claim to their newly acquired spaces. A fellow leaning against his car eyed my camera and I wished him good morning, telling him I thought the building was attractive, well cared for and by the way … do you live here?
A simple effort, but indeed the man lived in the building. We had a very nice fifteen minute chat discussing the building (well cared for, no problems, super on the premises); the neighborhood (changing, something we both agreed on, he telling me lots of Caucasians are moving into his building).
“Are they friendly?” I asked him. Recently I have noticed not many of the new residents say hello to me on my street, while in my experience people with a long-term tenure in the neighborhood do.
“They have to get used to it,” he responded, “Some are uncomfortable here.”
We chatted a while longer about a number of things. Then, we exchanged first names, shook hands, and parted ways. But not before he initiated a friendly hug.
There are some seriously nice folks in this neighborhood, sometimes it just takes a hello and a moment of your time to figure out who they are.
According to propertyshark, the building date is 1929, 71 units — 137-153 Lincoln Rd.