Were the Cold War still frosty, one could easily mistake the neighborhood called Hyde Park as some huge KGB training facility, where cultural agents are taught how to be perfect Americans. Lawns are perfectly coiffed and lightly peppered with Timmy's (aka Anatoly's) toys. Fresh-scrubbed cars are tasteful and discreetly middle class. The neighbors are friendly and mobile in an upwardly fashion. American? Heck, this dynamic, well-planned historic neighborhood is about as red, white, and blue as you can get. Da!
