I grew up in Scarsdale New York. A lovely, well regarded community with an excellent public school system, and a quick 40 minute train ride into the very heart of Gotham, Grand Central Station. The homes in Scarsdale when I was a child were mostly neat and well-kept. Back in the early 80s, pre-McMansions and hideous cash-flash architecture, the town was mostly moderately-sized homes on moderately-sized plots of land. There was one street in Scarsdale that was, in my humble op

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