I grew up on S. Walnut St. and had to put up with the entitled little savages for years. A residential neighborhood was turned into a collection of bunk houses for the louts. They forced the boro into permit parking in the south end. West Chester morphed from a true town into a giant lunchroom by day and bar room by night. I'm glad for the boro's sake that some people want to live there. You couldn't pay me to live there now.