My ‘hood.

Oh, Hyde Park.  You are too lovely a muse!  Quaint and walkable, historic and hip.  You were the site of my very first all-by-myself apartment.  You have provided me countless TLT’s from Mother’s.  You housed my future husband, and then you housed me.  You were the neighborhood where concerned motorists stopped on the road to explain that I had a head injury, and you are almost home to the endlessly entertaining parade that is Hancock Center 24 Hour Fitness.

But ah, Hyde Park.  You are not without your controversy.

“The neighborhood was originally developed by Monroe Martin Shipe in 1891 as a ‘White Only’ streetcar suburb.”  —The Daily Texan, via (natch) Wikipedia

Interesting, no?  But given the times, perhaps not surprising.

You’ve come a long way, little Hyde Park (and as far as diversity is concerned maybe you’ve still got a ways to go).  Flaws and all, I’m thankful you let me be your resident.

(That’s my evil looking – but squeezable! – cat Claudia down at the bottom, and right below her, moi).