February 14, 2004
Nothing says love and romance like…
That about sums it up. Homework in the morning. I actually managed to finish the computer science stuff by 11:30 or so. The man came over after dropping by his office and we went to brunch. Then we drove around, taking pictures and looking at things, until he needed to drop in at his work again and I needed to do a little more studying. What I really did was fiddle around with software and the pictures on my computer for as long as I could. Once I finally got around to the maths, I made more headway than I thought I would.
The Daily Grind is down on Broad Street, nestled between I-95 and a railway trestle, right at the head of a parking lot. You'd think it would be the perfect place for people to pick up a coffee as they walk from their cars on up the hill to their jobs at the hospital or state offices, but I doubt this place has been open since before I moved back to town in 1992. Too bad, but I guess that makes it fair game for fiction.
Last week we stopped here and I took some pictures with my old primitive camera, none of which came out. While I was perching on the edge of the curb, trying to frame up my shots (which all ended up cropping something) and not fall into traffic, a man in a Lexus pulled off the road and asked me why. I think he was a real estate guy; he certainly had trouble understanding my reasons for photographing derelict buildings ("I like signs painted on brick."), and he seemed to think that I might be interested in acquiring the building. My financial situation doesn't extend to any more than a photograph and making up stories about it, thank you. The man thinks I am luring middle-aged men in Lexi off the road. Not on purpose, I assure him.
326 words | February 14, 2004 10:43 PM | Real true story