I wandered into the garden because of the woman in the back waving. While walking towards her through the plots the smiling person in the pink blouse and wire framed glasses says "This street was the turf of a drug dealer and it was really nicer than the rest of this area of Harlem at that time." She demurs nonchalantly like a seasoned tour guide. I interrupt to ask for an interview - she won't let me take her picture, but she's intrigued. I exchange names with her. "I'm Kay." Kay goes on to explain that when the city caught the guy the street and the neighborhood began to fail again.