8.3.07

Either we stepped into a time traveling machine of some kind or the good ol' times on Sackett Street are back, with a vengeance. We returned home after a long week only to find half a dozen screaming kids and their gangsta caretakers crowding our stoop. Too tired to ask them to move, and confused, frankly, as to where they came from - and since this hasn't been that big an issue in a while - we just went inside. They were there for hours, and when we returned from dinner we asked them to move and they did, without a scene. However, the block by then was alit with at least four double-parked cars of suspicious circumstance - very expensive, brand new, no-plates, driven by gangstas wearing diapers, otherwise known as low-slung jeans - and the normal drug dealers, both the one at 2xx and at 2xx, out and "meeting" the cars. We were about to call the 76 precinct when it thunderstormed; checked in later and a few were out, but nothing warranting any calls.