Day Thirty One

When I first began this project, my plan was to visit two different locations for one hour each:

Park Street and Bloomfield Ave was the more sedate neighborhood of the two;

whereas Church Street and Bloomfield Ave,

especially on Sundays at 3 PM,

was always a rather raucous affair.

Alas,

as the sessions wore on,

my legs and feet began to wear out.

No big deal really.

Just I have to stop from time to time,

sit down and let some nerve in there recharge;

but it was enough of an inconvenience for me to limit my visits to one location.

I’d normally go to Church Street,

so as to support someone else’s idea also,

larger cause et al,

but they started having success problems,

in that the sidewalks became fully lined,

not allowing for the space I need to prance around and keep my leg from driving me crazy.

Still, this day, I went there first, but besides the expected people, there were still piles of snow all along the sidewalk and curb.

This protestor retreated to Park Street.

I liked it.

It felt like coming home.

And it’s quiet.

I could hear all the car horns down there.

I used to live in NYC.

I don’t miss the car horns.

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