Did I ever mention there was a church on my block? Not a church building, but a community worshipping in the parlor floor of the brownstones. It was a Haitian Baptist Church, and on Wednesdays and
Sundays a van brought its most ancient members to worship. Well, they're gone. Someone new has moved in - painted over the old sign in white and put up a banner. Francophone yields to Hispanophone...
