Each day we witness matters that mesh in our subconsciousness, swim around, merge and become ideas. Anyway, maybe that’s the way I think. Yesterday was difficult.
When I went to collect the mail at work yesterday morning, I noticed that the small bakery & cafe across the street was empty. I was not a frequent customer, but had a 13 year neighborhood relationship with the owner. Although a 4 lane street separates us on the 6000 block of Pico, we know each other and wave hello through the traffic and noise. We are a Jewish temple, a nightclub, a cafe, a new age store, a Yeshiva School, a home decor shop, an Indian grocery store, a Muslim cultural center, a beauty shop, a Gypsy psychic, a glass store, a hamburger stand and a cleaners. A typical block of mom & pop businesses in LA, with our neighborhood gossip, occasional fights, shared joys, emergency network, and 9-5 friendships.
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