Today I walked into EMT class and said "Sup?" to someone in there and the awkward girl who sits next to me (who I am actually grateful for in many ways) said in her quiet, tentative voice "You don't do ghetto very well." B*TCH, I WADN'T TRYIN' TO BE GHETTO OR NOTHIN! JUST SAID WUSSUP!
Now that that's out of my system, here are some pics of the hood I live in.
This is the Elizabet Ney Museum, about 3 blocks away. It's nestled in the middle of the neighborhood, next to a park, with a creek running behind it, and homes across the street and off the side street. It was the amazing studio of 19th century sculptor Elizabet Ney and is such a neat little gem of Hyde Park (built in 1892 I think)! That tiny top room in the tower I believe is the room she made for her husband.
And this neat home was one of the first built in Hyde Park, the old state fair grounds, back in 1859! I just love the character of the older homes around here. Jeffrey and I always walk by those places and talk about them together. He thought we should share them with you.
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