I was driving through south Brooklyn a few years back and passed a few teenage boys on bikes. We heard them talking to each other and, if I didn't see their fac

I was driving through south Brooklyn a few years back and passed a few teenage boys on bikes. We heard them talking to each other and, if I didn't see their faces I would have thought we were listening to a broadcast from the early previous century. New Yawk English, in all of its glorious preservation is alive and well in some pockets of the city. Growing up in New Jersey I've learned to subdue my own inflections after realizing most other American professionals seem to view any hint of the accent as low class.