After having to walk Broad Street the past few months for the shade, today's overcast skies afforded me the opportunity to return to my beloved Grace Street and its very vocal populace.
I'd barely crossed Broad onto Pine when a silver Lexus slowed and the driver called out, "Whatever it is you're doing, it's definitely working, young lady. Keep doing it!" I felt like I was being welcomed back.
Further up Grace, two guys approached me smiling and one said he sees me everywhere and asked how far I walk. "Four miles," I said. "It sure does make you look good," he offered. His friend just nodded.
Heading back, a student pointed at my Yo la Tengo t-shirt and said, "They're my favorite band. You like them?" and I responded enthusiastically, telling him about seeing them live. He said I was the first person he'd met since coming to VCU who even knew who they were. Undoubtedly that's because YLT got together in 1984 and this guy was maybe 18. Tops.
Piles of discarded furniture? Yep. Empty 40-ounce malt liquor bottles? Always. Talkative and complimentary humankind?
Guaranteed on Grace Street.