The bank thermometer said 101 today. I went to a long weird meeting in Allentown. Well, Allentown's weird anyway. So on my return trip I decided it would be fun to check up on a community organization's construction project. I vaguely remembered where it was. I knew it was on a small block within a larger city block with only one one-way access street. It's like the worst block in center city. So it's scorching hot (stating the obvious), and I'm driving up and down these streets in the maze, maxing the A/C and looking like a tourist gazing around at the street signs and buildings.
I finally found the block - and believe me it really is weird, most city residents don't know it's even there much less that it's the most densely populated and least safe block in the city, and there's only one way in and one way out so the cops tend to ignore it too which makes it a perfect workplace for purveyors of crack-n-smack - and I spent 5 seconds of looking -"Yup, there's that project. Okeydoke." And I really did say that to myself. Why do I say "okeydoke?" The long row of homes was once the horse stables for the city. The construction was never really adapted quite right for human living. No afternoon shade on the street because the southern row of homes was razed after a very bad fire. The block was crawling with rugrats of every color in their undies running through one garden hose, in front of this huge construction site. They were having a blast.
On the way home I got an iced mocha.
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