Wednesday, 12pm to 2pm
Coming downtown can feel a bit like a ghost walk—old haunts replaced by the new thing boutique, entire buildings razed and a hotel in their place. Old memories rise up and walk alongside the distracted tourists.
This alley feels the most like I remember it, but even this familiar mural is an update of the original. How long back does this nostalgia tripping go? As far as I let it, I guess.
5 Walnut is nearly empty—a few locals at the bar—this early in the day. Nice to be in from the heat. A squad of segues floats by. Two buskers head for their spot. The first out-of-towners tumble in.
But, still, the old cliché holds true. The more things change…The gentleman with the walker blasts Al Green outside the library. The white-haired beatnik sits outside the café with his coffee and notebook. And the friendly lady in the parking garage smiles as she hands me my change, and even on the 4th, at least for now, 240 is free of traffic and the lane lies open ahead.