In the United States, you can put on a cowboy hat and join the country-western neighborhood. If you’re down below 14th Street in New York City, that’s bohemian; that’s left-wing.
When I was a kid, I would make kung fu movies with the kids in the neighborhood, and I would be the guy behind the camera directing everybody, but they were all very silly little shorts and comedy bits.
My parents were Zionists born in Poland. My father was a rabbi who didn’t know much about science and ran a grocery store in the neighborhood with my mother’s help.
I grew up in the neighborhood where ‘Rocky’ came from.
I won my very first fight by knockout in the first round. The trainer at the time was in love with me and he said I could make a career out of boxing. So I started boxing for the barrios or neighborhood championship.
My main job and my overwhelming job starts with my family, my street, my neighborhood, and my city.
In Japan, I live in a little neighborhood in the middle of nowhere. I don’t have a bicycle or a car or anything, so my only movement is within the boundaries of my feet. I feel there’s a need for that kind of conscientious objection to the momentum of the world.
Ever since I was 7 years old, I was writing. I remember being in the basement of my house, this dank, horrible basement, putting on plays with not-very-willing participants, and I would promise kids in the neighborhood that I’d play Nintendo 64 with them after we’d rehearse this stupid play that I wrote.
I live in a neighborhood so bad that you can get shot while getting shot.
Like anywhere, we had to make people understand that we were there with good intentions, and that we were there with respect. We started making contacts with the people in the neighborhood three months before shooting began, so that everyone involved was comfortable.
During my childhood, Washington was a segregated city, and I lived in the midst of a poor black neighborhood. Life on the streets was often perilous. Indoor reading was my refuge, and twice a week, I made the hazardous bicycle trek to the central library at Seventh and K streets to stock up on supplies.
My parents know I was outgoing as a child, and whenever people came over, I’d automatically do impressions of them as soon as they left; it was my mom’s favorite thing. Yes, I grew up in Hollywood, but not in any rich neighborhood.
Reggie Campbell and Kathleen Goldsmith are participants in an American success story, the unprecedented boom of home-buying by African-Americans in the 1990s. Only he is black and she is white. When he moved into the neighborhood, she moved out.
My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.
It was endlessly entertaining, watching people beat each other up. All the little kids in the neighborhood would come and watch… and then we’d beat them up as well.
My mom, raising seven children, was such a steady and firm influence. You did not mess around with my mom. Nobody in the neighborhood or whole town did. She had that steadiness and firmness but love at the same time.
When you come to Memphis you get the family vibe. All of my partners, friends, they’re from my neighborhood.
I was the youngest of about nine boys in the neighborhood, and we played ball all the time, and I looked up to them, and they let me play around with them, and we just had a good time.
People lived in the same apartments for years. You’d meet a group of kids in kindergarten, and you’d still be with them in high school. No one ever left the neighborhood.
I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.
When my family first moved to Hempstead in the 1960s, they were one of the first black families. It used to be an all-white neighborhood, but there was white flight when the black people with money started moving in. When I was, like, 13 or 14, Hempstead had just become all black, and the poverty became worse and worse.
As a child, I could bike down the hill from my house and grab an ice-cold bottle of soda from the neighborhood grocer, which was nothing more than a corrugated metal shack run by two Indian men clad in sarongs.
Harlem is a very family-oriented neighborhood, and it always has been.
Some kids spent their allowance going to see ‘Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom’; I spent mine on a great-looking lamp I’d found at the flea market and a ceramic bowl from a neighborhood garage sale.
My son died from cancer. My granddaughter died from cancer. I have a lot of reasons to think that reality is not a friendly neighborhood. And the stories that I tell distract me, and if I do the job right, they distract people from things that are happening to them that they wish had never happened.
In 1995, I founded a storytelling program for children called Neighborhood Bridges in collaboration with the Children’s Theatre Company of Minneapolis, which is 15 elementary schools in the Twin Cities.
I got into a lot of fights, but it wasn’t because of my name. Being from the neighborhood with a name like Chauncey, people think I got picked on. But a lot of strange names come out of the neighborhood.
Enrolling your child in a recreational sport sponsored by your neighborhood recreation community centers is a great way to keep kids active.
I want our police officers to have the resources and training they need to investigate hate crime fully, and to ensure we have neighborhood police teams that understand and reflect the communities they serve.
Within the black community, I’m definitely a neighborhood celebrity.
If there’s a 13- or 14-year old kid who is yearning for something beyond the social forces in his own world, in his own neighborhood, the library is the only place where he can go to find that. It was exciting and thrilling to me all the time I worked in the library. It’s such a force for social good and it can do so much.
I grew up in the East Village, in Alphabet City, when it was a very dangerous neighborhood. To survive there, I had to learn to be a little bit invisible.
I go for a nice walk in my neighborhood and search for vinyl, old jazz, classics. Then I go home and listen to them.
My brother was probably one of the toughest kids from my neighborhood and he didn’t make it easy on me. He made sure I was getting beat up as much as possible growing up. If he wasn’t beating me up, he was making his friends beat me up.
I remembered staffing a volunteer table for ACT UP in San Francisco’s Castro neighborhood in 1991, on the corner of Castro and 18th Street, and on my table were posters, stickers, and t-shirts that bore the same slogan in all caps – ACT UP slogan house style. I wore one of those shirts to model for passers-by.
Where I’m from, you don’t really travel outside your neighborhood unless you’re traveling with a bunch of people.
A neighborhood is where, when you go out of it, you get beat up.
I’m not familiar particularly with Hillary Clinton’s neighborhood, but I wish people were a little bit more curious about what we call privilege and about why it’s there. Black people in this country have no choice but to be curious. We have to know. I wish folks would do a little bit more investigation.
We shot the video for ‘Broken’ where both my parents grew up. There was always a strong sense of serving our country in the neighborhood – my father and all my uncles served, and most of them enlisted.
I was from a tough neighborhood, and we didn’t have a lot of money, but my dad worked hard, and my mom is good at budgeting things. That made me appreciate things.
But my friends, these people in Egypt have stood by us in a tough, tough neighborhood.
From the year of his birth in 1914 until the outbreak of war in 1941, my father lived in a mostly white, mostly working-class, mostly Irish Catholic neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York.
People in my neighborhood are so disconnected from the fresh food supply that kids don’t know an eggplant from a sweet potato. We have to show them how to get grounded in the truest sense of the word.
When I was young I didn’t really go out a lot, and only stuck to my neighborhood, so I got to know the places in Seoul thanks to Lisa.
In Manhattan, and its true on some level till this day; its a whole different mentality from the Bronx, Brooklyn and Queens, which I didn’t know at the time – because you basically just know your neighborhood.
I was never a ‘bad’ kid, but I did get into minor juvenile trouble. Look, I grew up in Brooklyn. This was the ’60s, and the neighborhood was rapidly changing and not without its problems. All the kids of the neighborhood ‘did their thing,’ breaking windows and the like. I was no different.
We all knew each other in the neighborhood. I loved living in El Paso. I had a wonderful childhood there.
Is Israel going to continue to be ‘Fortress Israel’? Or, as we all hope, become accepted into the neighborhood, which I believe is the only way we can move forward in harmony.
A classic man is a distinguished man. He cares about taste and his craft. He’s all about the simple model that I live by – eat, drink, be swanky, and have fun getting the job done. He makes sure that he’s excellent in all things and that he cares about his neighborhood immensely.
You come to know the aches and vanities and tastes and intrigues of an entire neighborhood at a drug store.
