Today Bonnie, Lyd and I went walking on the north side. We started at the city center, headed up Center toward Washington Avenue with a stop at Eryn's.
I promised no big hills so when we arrived at Greenwich, we hung a left towards New. Then Lydia said, "the mural is still there!" I never noticed it, how is that possible?, so we hiked back to see it, then headed out the alley.
Parked a half block away from the mural was the coolest car, made of random junk. At first I thought it was a hot rod. Then we got closer. It was made of random stuff. The trunk handle was a hot water faucet. The windows were stained glass. The doors were lined with jeans. The stick was a beer tap. Covervette engine. Coca Cola bottle opener door handle. It reminded me of the old song where the guy built the car from parts he stole from the auto plant...
One Piece At A Time, Johnny Cash.
The guy came out of his house to talk to us. He looked like part of the cast of
Duck Dynasty.
We headed up New past Elin's old house and into the cemetery. Lydia wanted to say hi to her grandmother. Then we went looking for mine—my great grandmother. Or is it great-great. I forget.
Then out Washington, back to the city center via Main and Church. The walk was nothing spectacular until we started counting surfaces
1) brick
2) cobblestone
3) slate
4) brownstone (stairs)
5) stones
6) grass
7) dirt
8) grass
9) concrete
10) macadam
