This took place in my neighbourhood... just down the street from me actually!
This area has a checkered past. Back in the 70s and 80s and maybe even the early part of the 90s this area was really tough and run by the mafia and there were open disputes between the rival crime families. The mom of one of the crime families lives just two blocks from me and I see her and her boys all the time. They say hello and how are you.. and somehow they heard about my son's brain tumor and ever since then they ask after him too. The Christmas after he was diagnosed (he was diagnosed in late January 2008) the mom was at my door with a plate of cookies and in her broken English wished us well. He does odd jobs for any neighbour who needs it and I think they all have a soft spot for him.
Things have changed in the area since the city made bayfront park