Except when I was a baby, which I don't remember at all, I've lived in the same basic neighborhood my entire life. The two houses are no more than six blocks apart, but technically in two towns.As a kid I walked past this factory four times everyday to school for seven years (K-6, we went home for lunch and back). All I can remember is that the power lines always zapped the pigeons and I called it the dead bird hill. I hated walking it because of those damn dead pigeons. (My dislike of dead animals has nothing to do with the dead pigeons. Though they didn't help.)
At the time, I also thought that the hill was steep. Fast forward a half century and the factories are long-closed and repurposed. The birds now get to live. And the hill is just a little more than an incline.
But this sign remains. And until last night I never noticed it. Ever. The ghost signs, sure. I've written about those in the past. But that huge concrete banner that says WARREN. Never.
It just goes to show you that even when you walk the same paths a lot, there is always something new to discover. Look up. Look down. Look all around.
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