parkville

parkville. it's a place where the baltimore accent is most distinctly heard. where it's okay to work on your car in your front yard; plumber's crack and all. it's a place where people occupy every corner and every front porch. where it's only natural to walk around without shoes at the first sign of warm weather. it's the place where pants sag, shirts are almost non-existant, and shoes hang from power lines. parkville breeds the most eclectic kinds of kids. there are the red neck babies, running around with mullets and no shirts; the wanna-be-thugs, selling pot at age 12; the hard-ass kids, staring down any and every person they pass on the street; and the ballers, playing at the park all hours. if you live in parkville you no doubt know your sports. the parks are run down but you learn to deal. there is always a game of street ball being played. when the basketball hoops lack a net and a hoop, you shoot at the backboard. we play pick up soccer barefoot in the street, the backyard, or an overgrown field. if you live in parkville, you are expected to have a little bit of black in you, no matter how white you are. and you show it with pride. parkville residents may not be the brightest, cleanest, or classiest people. but we carry ourselves with pride. no matter how far you might stray, you will always show a faint glimmer of the parkville kid you once were and always will be. wear it with pride.