Right outside our widow is maybe one of the last unbuilt plots of land in the area. I dont know what kinds of trees they are buy the wave in the wind like tall marsh grass. In front of those theres a parking. If you sit back in the couch and look out so that you cant see the lot below, you cant even tell youre in Brooklyn. … but if youre a kid, you dont sit back…you go all the way forward….to the edge of the balcony…where you watch the school busses and cars pulling in and out all day, traveling to exotic places like- the super market.