Looking in the map as I wonder where to eat one lunch time, I decided to go to Nickel Diner. Located at 524 S. Main St. It had wonderful reviews.
Main Street. Riiight. I’ve never walked past Broadway St. My tracks stop there.
I think Broadway is dodgy enough for me so to venture beyond – alone – was scary.
Walking past Spring St. was a feat. Breathing in deeply as I puffed my chest up ready to pounce on someone who dare go near. Looking intently on people as I pass by… hoping fear not mirror itself.
Uh-oh. Loads of homeless having fun on the street. Do I just go back and forget about it? I asked myself.
Cracking my knuckles and clearing my throat (checking if scream need be) as I walk past them.
Thank God, a crosswalk not far ahead.
My server who was friendly and fast.
On my way back, I spotted this.
THE LAST BOOKSTORE
Clearly, I have been living under a rock. Or I’ve been in jail. All sixteen years working in downtown and I do not know about this?
Honestly, who couldn’t resist records?
These guys only came in when I came out if it alive!
I’ll sit and rest here while my WP app catches up…