Gentrification is picking up speed. The Owl & Whistle Brooklyn General Store (baby bibs with Clash album cover, artisanal pickles, etc.) has opened on Franklin on my side of Eastern Parkway; Mountain, an aromatherapy emporium, has put up a permanent sign. There's a Pulp & Bean, a new, possibly artisanal, pizzeria. Every day, another purebred dog being walked by a bearded man or texting girl. None of this makes me happy. This sign explains why. I keep thinking about what someone said at a CB9 meeting. He'd been gentrified out of DC, Chicago, Fort Greene and Harlem. He said, "These people don't share; they dominate."