Passing Carle Place

Carle Place. Twenty-one minutes out of Jamaica Terminal. Beyond the railroad tracks post WWII houses lie on similar plots of land. One story or two. once they looked all the same. The suburbs appealed to young couples seeking someplace bigger than a two bedrrom apartment in New York. so eplace green Someplace with good schools. Someplace white. Carle Place answered all those needs as had the communities surrounding New York in the outer boroughs and the TriState area. White flight. It was the good life. Away from the city. From the 8:18 to Montauk I see no pedestrians on the sidewalks. Everyone drives everywhere. Anyone walking is suspect. In 1976 I abandoned the suburbs south of Boston for New York City. The East Village. The reverse of White Flight. The foight frim the whites. I haven't stepped foot on these suburbs for years. i don't know them and they don't know me. we both like it that way. ps past Babylon the plots of land are slightly larger. The houses from the 1960s. Still fifty years old and dating back to my exodus to NYC. Racking my brain I can't recollect having ever returned to the land if ny birth. a class traitor .