…it’s summer. And with it, after school sidewalk parties, wine and beer on the stoop, sometimes with pizza, sometimes with dumplings and sometimes with steamed clams. I can’t say how long we’ll live in our building, this street or even this neighborhood, but I hope the girls will remember the sidewalk scene with their neighbor friends in “old-school Brooklyn” when they grow up (wonder what the neighborhood will be like in 20 years). School days are numbered and there is so much change in the air. We’re excited for the start of summer and a shakeup in schedule, but the change is also a little unsettling, if that makes sense? I can’t fully explain it. Maybe because summers used to not mean anything. Now they are clear markers of time.