Late last summer our neighborhood ended up being named Olde Richmond after an abortive meeting in which an established organization stated its intention to absorb our human resources. So instead of Flatiron, which many of the locals call this triangle between Fishtown proper and Port Richmond, we got Olde Richmond, which is embarrassing beyond words.
In light of this and the forthcoming Constantines album, I plan on referring to where I live as Kensington Heights. Let’s see if it catches on. Realtors, be on alert: Port Fishington is the stupidest thing you’ve come up with lately.
Also, when searching the unfortunately named ORCA, I happened across a very reasonable blog, Kensingdelphia. Its author seems to be someone who’s neither a pro-growth nut, nor a ‘more power to the gentrifiers’ type guy, which is refreshing since most things I read by nu-Fishtowners reek of the sort of entitlement which stank up Williamsburg back when I lived there five years ago.
Maybe I’ll start trying to attend ORCA meetings! I can get caught up here!