They were just a nice couple with kids. We liked that. (Alright, they were Hollywood royalty. She with an Oscar, he: tall, gorgeous and British. But they were nice).

They kept a low profile. We liked that.

They seemed smart. We liked that.

They covered their first floor windows with shades so we didn’t feel
too voyeuristic. But we could see the Calder mobile hanging on the
second floor. We liked that.

They filled their front garden with tulips. We liked that.

They made up feel like we were special because they chose to live here. We liked that.

She was the hometown girl who decided to come home after Hollywood success. We liked that.

They picked the prettiest house in Brooklyn to be their home. We liked that

They had good taste. We liked that.

She told Vogue Magazine that she loved Prospect Park. We liked that.

She biked in the park; went running; they played with their kids at the Third Street Playground and went to the Tea Lounge. We liked that.

They were just like us. Or so we could pretend. We liked that.