I left Highland Park in 1997, and I pretty much grew up on Ave 50 and York Boulevard. 20 years of gentrification.
Melrose Place made it’s way to NELA, as the gas station where I once witnessed a murder is now a playground, and college aged kids walk right by “like they’re safe or something”. I see new thrift stores, for the rich...opened by rich people. I see tattoo shops (that aren’t in a garage or basement), art galleries, French restaurants etc etc and the girl at the taco truck asked me if I wanted my tacos “plain”. Somehow, it still feels like home to me...it’s still “mi barrio”.