Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The sidewalks in Fishtown are starting to bear leaves, and the air is noticably crisp as I step off the El. I zipper up my sweatshirt as the wind picks up on my way down Norris Street. With my hands in my pockets and my head held down to combat the wind in my face, I look down as I walk towards my destination. As I pass the Fishtown Rec Center, I stop for a moment to watch the mothers with their children. They're all bundled up like the kid from Christmas Story.
As I continue to my destination I realize that I've kept my head down so long to fight the wind that I lost track of where I was. So I noticed someone sitting on their front stoop having a cigarette. He's oddly dressed in a pair of shorts, flipflops and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his head. I ask him if he could tell me where Sketch is and he gives me directions. "Still trying to hang onto summer?" I ask. "Yea, gotta wear the shorts as long as possible," he said with a smile. Even though the weather is turning cold in Fishtown, the people are still as friendly as a summer day.
By Jenn Matusiak and Melanie Menkevich
Group 09 - Fishtown
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