When we moved here in 1984, that period’s recession had dealt the neighborhood a gut punch. Houses were boarded up every other block and the house we bought had been one of them. We got it for a song. The area was shabby and predominantly black. Graffiti and shattered liquor bottles littered the alley. We loved our brick Queen Anne cottage, but weren’t sure buying it had been a brilliant idea. We were the only white people on the block and pretty uncomfortable.