Blogspot has done much to spread the art and craft of blogging, which in olden days might have been called diary-writing or, in really olden days, pampleteering, perhaps.
Now here's one from a self-declared native Brooklynite who reflects on old Fulton Street in Downtown, with a reverence that brings to mind old classic films, though with a certain special flavor and color.
Brooklyn has undergone tremendous demographic shifts in the post World War II years, moving from mostly ethnic white (with a smattering of blacks and Puerto Ricans) to largely black with Caribbean currents and then to the gentrifying whiter (though also very multi-cultural) borough that is today.
Of course, where we go from here, no one knows, certainly not the economists who failed to forecast the big mess that we're in now.
Here, in BrooklynBorn's own words, is how a weblogging experience got started:
"This blog started in my head when talking with a friend who moved here. She said, 'it's the greatest block ever...even though it's in B'klyn & a little sketchy!'"
I, too, would've had a strong feeling hearing that, and maybe have gotten a bit puffy inside; and, as they say, writing is fighting.