Good god, how low will people sink?
Even after six plus years of walking Grace Street daily, I can still be surprised.
Like today in the middle of hell block, I saw a colorful sign looking stained and crumpled on the sidewalk.
At the top in blue it said, "FINDING AMADEUS" with a hand drawn sketch of a fish colored light blue underneath it.
In big red letters under that it said, "I REALLY LOVE MY FISH, BUT NOW HE IS GONE!"
In smaller print at the bottom, the aggrieved party wrote, "If you have any information regarding this disappearance please write a letter and put it in the mailbox for 1115 W. Grace."
Kind of breaks your heart, doesn't it?
My question is, was Amadeus stolen from inside someone's apartment?
Was the poor fish pilfered whilst catching some rays in a bowl on the front porch?
Who the hell steals a fish, much less a named one?
But then just as I was questioning the neighborhood's lack of decency, I walked by a guy in a wheelchair who said, "Here comes the most beautiful and sexy woman on Grace Street. Have a great weekend, hon!"
It didn't make up for Amadeus, but it helped a little.
But if he turns out to be the fish thief, I'm going to give up on humanity altogether.
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Saturday, September 22, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Universal Q & A
Sundays are different.
Even though I walk every day of the week, there's always a different vibe to my Sunday stroll.
For one thing, walking through the VCU part of it is usually like walking through a ghost town.
Not so today because hell block was buzzing with move-in activity.
As a new crop of students eagerly take over the apartments that have played host to countless games of beer pong and anonymous hook-ups, it's funny to see the parents looking so worried about this next big step.
Let 'em go, I say. If you've done a good job as a parent, they'll be fine.
Ahh, I see. No wonder you're looking so concerned. A little late now.
But don't get me started.
Walking down Belvidere, a man approaching me steps off the sidewalk on to the grass to let me pass.
"Pretty girls scare me," he says with a smile and a sweep of his arm. "So, please go on."
Only on Sunday.
Heading home, I walk by a porch where two women are talking to a young girl, maybe 9 or 10 years old.
"Walk outside every day and ask the universe for answers," one of the women tells the child as I pass.
If that isn't the most appropriate Sunday advice I could hope for, I don't know what is.
My walks are an opportunity to ask my questions. Every single day.
Even though I walk every day of the week, there's always a different vibe to my Sunday stroll.
For one thing, walking through the VCU part of it is usually like walking through a ghost town.
Not so today because hell block was buzzing with move-in activity.
As a new crop of students eagerly take over the apartments that have played host to countless games of beer pong and anonymous hook-ups, it's funny to see the parents looking so worried about this next big step.
Let 'em go, I say. If you've done a good job as a parent, they'll be fine.
Ahh, I see. No wonder you're looking so concerned. A little late now.
But don't get me started.
Walking down Belvidere, a man approaching me steps off the sidewalk on to the grass to let me pass.
"Pretty girls scare me," he says with a smile and a sweep of his arm. "So, please go on."
Only on Sunday.
Heading home, I walk by a porch where two women are talking to a young girl, maybe 9 or 10 years old.
"Walk outside every day and ask the universe for answers," one of the women tells the child as I pass.
If that isn't the most appropriate Sunday advice I could hope for, I don't know what is.
My walks are an opportunity to ask my questions. Every single day.
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