Click on the link to read the entire Washington Post Style Section article.
Newer residents might wish to read this.
Hanover Place NW was the street!
He had packed his life story into a cardboard box and was heading for the door.
“Grandma, we gonna roll, all right?”
Tony Lewis Jr. yells up the stairs of this renovated house. Granite countertops, hardwood floors, modern fireplace — it looks completely different than it did when it was the beating heart of crime in D.C. You could say the same for the whole neighborhood around Hanover Place Northwest, once one of the largest open-air drug markets in the city: out with the poverty and crime, in with the stroller-wheeling young professionals — who Lewis can now count himself among.
“All right?” Lewis yells.
“Oh,” his grandma hollers back from her room. “You’re going?”
Lewis walks over to the stairs so she can hear him better. Twenty-some years ago, from this house, his grandma saw it all: her son-in-law (Lewis’s father) becoming a notorious drug kingpin who helped bring crack to D.C. The city’s murder rates soaring while the Lewises lived the good life. Little Tony Lewis counting trash bags of his father’s money. Then the arrest. The crackdown. The reform.