The street was once a place where working people lived and businesses made things and bars served anyone who needed a drink and had a couple of bucks.
Someone took an eraser and wiped it clean. Put life into the nooks and crannies that looked like a Walt Disney movie only with a ton of cigarettes, cell phones and almost no smiling.
The clothing store kept the old neon liquor sign to display the grit it had purchased for clothes only a few could afford. In a city where church ladies and baseball fans were the only ones who wore hats, millinery stores seemed to be flourishing. And cafes with exclusive gardens that had gatekeepers were packed with sockless loafers and dresses so short ... I still don't understand how they sit down and they sure as hell can't stand in those heels for more than five minutes.
But turning corners and choosing avenues trying to impress no one, all I had to do was look up and remember what it was like to float on a greater idea towards a richer world.
And again, I missed my mom and all the night walks we took on our way home from neighborhoods where working people lived and bars had cheap drinks for just a couple of bucks.
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