I had grown up in a privileged, upper-caste Hindu community; and because my father worked for a Catholic hospital, we lived in a prosperous Christian neighborhood.
I grew up in New York, and for the first ten years of my life, we lived across from the Metropolitan Museum. When I was an adult, I moved back to that neighborhood and lived there again.
When I was maybe 5 or 6 years old, the neighborhood girls would sit on the stoop and sing. I was known as the kid who had a good voice and no father.
Even as a kid, I was a businessman. I figured out that if you plucked all the berries off my neighbor’s tree and smashed them up, they made a Nickelodeon Gak-type consistency. I sold them to all the neighborhood kids and made stacks of quarters. Of course, the berries were poisonous, and I got in all types of trouble.
Some people are uncomfortable with the idea that humans belong to the same class of animals as cats and cows and raccoons. They’re like the people who become successful and then don’t want to be reminded of the old neighborhood.
Growing up, I was the only Indian kid around for miles, so I ached to belong. I had a neighborhood pack of nine guys and two girls, and we hung out all the time. We played football, baseball, and broom-hockey on the iced-up lake.
Try to take for a mate a person of your own neighborhood.
I live on the water. I live in a neighborhood that’s consummately connected to my neighbors. I bump into them every day. I can bike to work.
My dad gave me his camera, so I spent my childhood making movies with the kids in the neighborhood as actors.
Your body has something in the neighborhood of 40 trillion cells – quite a consulting committee. Call on it when you’re confused or undecided. Relax quietly and ask your body what it has to say.
My job in Congress is to identify projects with federal or some other public component and then to push developers to provide employment opportunities to neighborhood residents.
Our neighborhood had more than its share of challenges, from poverty to crime to unhealthy air. It may not have been the safest neighborhood, but my mom felt blessed that we had the sanctuary of a backyard. And we had a strong sense of community.
Now I’ve literally become neighborhood watch. I call 911 on people. I’m the old man driving 25-miles-per-hour down Sunset.
We started writing songs like ‘Shook Ones’ and ‘Survival of the Fittest’ explaining our neighborhood, but more our personal lives.
I think it’s a true blessing and great opportunity for me to represent, not only New York boxing, but coming from Brownsville where boxing has been the essence of the neighborhood.
I reject the notion that Boston is a city hopelessly divided by neighborhood, income level or political outlook.
A quick 3-mile run around my neighborhood is what I find maximizes my quick workouts and gives me energy to get through my day.
From 1961 to 1964, I was fortunate enough to work at a think tank in the Kenwood neighborhood of Chicago. As a writer and editor, I reported in a publication about the thinkers. Our offices were in a former mansion; I worked in what had been the ballroom. As I sat typing my copy, I imagined the dancers waltzing.
I hate to date myself, but my earliest memories are Flash Gordon. I would love playing Flash Gordon in the neighborhood.
When the economy goes sour, there are three different kinds of restaurants that do well: the smaller-scale neighborhood restaurants that don’t ask much of you; those that have banked enormous goodwill by offering great value during the boom; and those with proven records of excellence, a sure thing.
If your child is starting a new school, walk around your block and get to know the neighborhood children.
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
There’s a store in my neighborhood called Futon World. I like that name, ‘Futon World.’ Makes me think of a magical place that gets less and less comfortable over time.
I was born in America but all of my friends’ parents, everybody’s parents, including my own, had come to America from Europe. Many people in my neighborhood hardly bothered to learn English.
We’ve got to get the gun out of the hands of people who are supposed to be on neighborhood watch.
When I was designing, I had in mind Jimi Hendrix, and I could hardly find skinny indie black kids to wear my clothes. I remember one telling me he had to swap his skinny jeans for baggy ones in the subway before going home, so he wouldn’t get in trouble in his neighborhood.
In the neighborhood where my studio is, in South Central Los Angeles, there are a lot of immigrant-owned businesses. I’m constantly amazed at the level of work they do. It’s above anything. For me, I think I pattern myself on that work ethic.
We weren’t rich by any means, but we had each other, so we were rich in family. When you don’t have a lot, it just fuels that creativity. So it manifested in us doing characters of people in the neighborhood or doing impersonations of Mom and Dad. The comedy bug, it takes over.
As an early advocate for neighborhood policing, I’ve been heartened to see the tangible impact of police officers spending less time in their station houses and more time on our street corners, developing collaborative relationships with residents and businesses that help us fight and deter crime.
I spent several months patrolling Al Dora district in Baghdad in 2006 with the 101st Airborne. It’s a tough neighborhood. There’s a lot of militias operating there, including a lot of Shiite militias, which are backed by Iran.
There’s magic in seeing slightly familiar faces become new neighborhood friends over ice cream and cold drinks.
‘Serial Mom’ tested really well when we finally got with the right audience. But they would go to some shopping mall in a deep, deep suburban L.A. neighborhood where they knew people would hate, and they just wanted to spend money to prove that people wouldn’t like it. The movie was not a success when it came out.
At 7, I was shooting 3s with so much ease that the guys at the neighborhood park were impressed. Michael Jordan was one of the best humans to walk the earth in my eyes, third only to Jesus and my mother.
But, when I was about thirteen, I began to sort of sing in my neighborhood.
I feel like my life experience is that of an outsider. Let me explain: my parents are from Panama, and they moved to the United States the year after I was born. They moved into an all-white neighborhood, where the previous black family had a cross burned on their lawn.
I’ve gotten super into restaurants in L.A., so I try to go to different restaurants all the time… that’s a good way to explore L.A.: you can drive to a restaurant and discover a new neighborhood.
Spider-Man is supposed to be ‘neighborhood friendly,’ but I’ve never seen that dude at a Black Lives Matter march.
I’ve stayed put in the neighborhood where I first got my start and will never forget the people that believed in me and gave me my first chance.
If Wikileaks didn’t resolve that question for folks – at the end of the day, there are no secrets. We’re living in a glass neighborhood, in a fishbowl, and technology, white hat hackers, the folks that are doing the right thing with hacking.
As a kid growing up St. Louis, Missouri, I lived in a predominantly black neighborhood. Any time people talked about slavery, it was always something like, ‘If I was a slave, I wouldn’t have been putting up with that. I would have been out in a heartbeat.’ And it’s like, sure, it’s a very easy thing to say.
I grew up in a time when I could play and bike in the neighborhood, largely because my parents assumed that if I ever needed help, I could ask a nearby adult.
I had a Neighborhood Crime Watch sign in my dorm wall in college. People would come in and laugh at it. ‘Where did you get it?’ ‘I took it. How good is their Neighborhood Crime Watch if they can’t even watch their sign?’
The building in the Bronx where I grew up was filled with mostly Holocaust survivors. My two best friends’ parents both survived the camps. Everyone in my grandparents’ building had tattoos. I’d go shopping with my grandparents, and the butcher, the baker, everybody in the whole neighborhood had tattoos.
I was born in Champaign in 1918. From the neighborhood elementary and intermediate schools, I went to the University High School in the twin city, Urbana.
I came up in Brooklyn singing doo-wop music from the time I was 13 to the time I was 20. That music served a purpose of keeping a lot of people out of trouble, and also it was a passport from one neighborhood to another.
I like coming back home. Do it every July Fourth. Everybody’s cooking, and I’m just being Ben, just Ben, like the little kid I was running around the neighborhood.
As a kid, I used to take the sheet off of my mother’s bed, make a tent and put on a show for the neighborhood kids and charge them two packs of matches. Then, the show got so good I started charging a penny.
If aldermen are doing their job right, they should be the ones who are closest to the vibe and the beat in their neighborhood and have a very important role to play on a number of different issues, but not a unilateral, unchecked right. That’s gone as soon as I take office.
In the U.S., no one minds who I am, even if they saw me in ‘Idol.’ If I’m not doing any shows, my friends and I can just drive around the neighborhood and go to bars at night and chill till four in the morning.
