Time… 8.8.17

My neighborhood is an older one, with some ‘newer’ homes added in the late 80s, early 90s… sidewalks aren’t a real thing. Only half-sidewalks, you know the ones… from the last two houses on the corner, to the end of the street. Not even worth your time…

Suddenly the neighborhood becomes desirable… bus line, near the lake…good school district, (there’s a reason my parents moved north of Seattle in the late 70s), and ‘they’ start building condos… Condos none of us that are from here, could ever dream of affording. 

Then ‘they’ add their fancy half-sidewalks… not the entire length of the street, for safer coverage for the kids that walk to bus in the early, dark hours of the winter mornings… but the fancy sidewalks that ONLY stretch the length of ‘their’ over-priced-jammed-too-many-together condos. 

So, being the grownup that I am, I step off. I chose to walk on the graveled street, kicking rocks into my very sexy Birkenstocks… Silently protesting fancy half-sidewalks; built by 27-year-old developers. If we weren’t good enough for sidewalks in the ‘old days’; perhaps we are too good for the shiny new half-sidewalks that come with that-side-of-a-half-a-million-dollar condos. 

Or perhaps I just need a much larger cup for coffee.  

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