A summer Saturday afternoon. The sun shines widely over this block of William Street, where once fine, turn of the century homes have been abandoned, untended, blackened by fire. Litter huddles against walls occasionally inscribed with graffiti. Many windows are covered in torn plastic.
But today the residents — some of them, anyway — are out. A man stands at his doorway beside a rusted grill; three women sit on the stoop chatting. A few stand at the curb. All are curious about the goings-on across the street, where a bright yellow crane stretches up to the rooftops of two-story row houses, […] Read more