me it sounds like arguing. a woman is pulling a child roughly by the arm to cross against the light and for a moment it seems like none of the drivers will stop for them. it is a town that has “fallen on hard times”. grand houses are empty. half the poles are vintage ornate, the other half leaning wooden poles. i wonder if it is possible to power wash a whole city.
by the time i park the car, i am beginning to think i should turn around and go back to the well-lit, strip-mall safety of my hotel. and if i was alone, i probably would. but my daughter, 