Thinking of ouR Neighbors
Thinking of some targets for journalism and neighborhood history.
Honest Paul of the Bike Shop, selling bail bonds now, owned his shop in my neighborhood on 8th Avenue when I was in junior high and high school. Thank goodness he kept an ice-cream freezer in the store.
There's Jerry who walks his cocker spaniel every day, sometimes smoking a pipe. We talk politics on the sidewalk in the summer. He attends Quaker meetings - his non-violence shows on his face in his voice and in his regard for his pet. He is such a mellow mellow man.
I think of the nonagenarians across the street, Doris and Harold. They lived in my inner core neighborhood, SE Settlers neighborhood, when it was on the outskirts of town. Doris used to walk out here to milk cows by one of the garages. The original farmhouse is right out my front window. Wonder if she remembers the names of the streets before they had numbers?
I could tell a boring story about myself. I grew up walking to Hawthorne school when I was in first grade - when there were candy stores ya passed on the way to school - in the 70's; playing king-of-the-hill in Redeemer Lutheran Church's parking lot til it got dark and getting in trouble when I came home so late from school.
