Security guards in navy uniforms lurk about, riding their bikes through the abandoned alleyways of empty garages and sad courtyards. They try to hit on me while I walk the dog through the stillness, and I humor them enough to gain free reign of the place. They are hired to keep vandals away, I guess.
That is understandable.
The grass and rot are already nibbling at the buildings. Seems like a passage out of "The World Without Us" or some similar piece of post-apocalypic pop culture. The tenants were kicked out long ago in a hotly disputed turf battle between low income residents and corporate developers seeking to turn a fat profit at the top of the market. Read more about the saga of Lincoln Place in City Beat's 2007 article.
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