tearing up the streets near me to replace some sewer
pipes and I like it.
Shit runs downhill but I just walk, enjoy the
quiet of temporary
closures as I bop
down to Broadway to run the usual errands--post office, library, acupuncture. It's
the little things, the slow pace of living in a
place where most basic needs can be
met within walking distance. Someone with even
more time on their hands drew
mandala on the stoop of this dreamy
building that's been languishing
for years, boarded up and vacant. What's the
story? My guess is it needs costly
repairs but, hell, I'd be willing to take a crack
at it if it ever went on the market.
Fat chance in a neighborhood where vacant lots go
for $750K, so I move along.