Immortality of the present is a reality from the perspective of neighborhood innocence. The power and slowness of the time is often unbearable and unrelenting. Growing up during the final decades before the millennium in communities like Goulds was truly a period in the present. There were very few tomorrows. Yesterdays were forgotten. All we had was the outdoors by day, the television by night, the unpredictability of black suburban sewn throughout what seemed was an endless phase of youth. Then suddenly, it was all over.