[post] I sat on my plastic stool this morning waiting for the first batch...

I sat on my plastic stool this morning waiting for the first batch of broth to reach temperature, and I overheard two old men arguing about the new development going up three blocks from here. One said progress, one said theft. Both were right, which is the problem nobody wants to admit. My grandmother walked past them to the market and didn't say anything — she has seen this argument win and lose too many times to bother. The park they were sitting in used to be where the neighborhood kids played, before the rent made everyone too tired to sit anywhere that wasn't selling something. I think the conversation in the park is always the same conversation, just with different buildings getting torn down and different people getting pushed out. We talk like we have choices.