From a distance, it's hardly noticeable -- you wouldn't even notice that you weren't noticing it. Instead you're likely to be gazing at the fenced in, half-repaired construction site that is the Durham Athletic Park. You might be wondering, "Do my bonds equal a better Durham?" You might be thinking, "Huh, I wonder what's new at the Scrap Exchange?" You might be thinking about nothing at all, and you might not even notice this sign:
And that, my friends, could be your first, and last, mistake.
What, you're wondering, am I referring to? Is it that big puddle to the left filling a hole that could serve as a quarantine area for some of our larger aquatic mammals? Maybe the jagged line of concrete patches like some ghastly lace-work running along the edge of the road?
The cracks criss-crossing the pavement? the loose gravel scattered about the gutter? those examples of Durham's famous rocks?
No, friends, none of those significant but inferior blemishes. See below -- if you think you can stand it....
The abyss looks back, Durhamites, the abyss looks back!
happy travels,
Ken
Jan 14, 2009
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The open storm drains make for an awesome playground, admit it. They helped me to learn valuable tunnel navigation skills early in life.
Maybe you should build a restaurant in that hole in the ground and have really good food there. That could be a new goal of the foodie movement, and it would also serve Durham, apparently. Seriously, that's horrifying.
-Miranda
It's true, K, that wandering around rat-infested tunnels is a good way to prepare for a life of poetry, but do we, after all, really want to /encourage/ a life of poetry? My friend....
And Miranda, horrifying indeed -- though a little cozy restaurant might be just the thing down there. If I squint my eyes right, it kind of looks like that scene from Lady & the Tramp.
h.t,
Ken
There was an open storm drain just like this one in my neighborhood a few weeks ago. I was walking the dog when I noticed it. While I was standing there, looking at the mysterious bricks suddenly visible, wondering, when were they put there, who was the guy who put them there, and the dog was off being a dog, a little old lady came out on her lawn. She made her way down the gravel drive. It took a while. She said please, could you call and complain, tell them its dangerous, tell them to fix it? I can't call anymore. They won't listen to me. They won't believe me.
durham is post-durham. deal with it.
It is for women and men like that all over this city, Joe, for whom I keep this blog -- they may not listen, but they'll look.....oh yes, they'll look....
And Mr. Vitiello, this, my friend, is a Durham post -- is it not??
h.t,
Ken
might i suggest a video post of driving east on green street between broad and buchanan?
not that i'm endorsing this scandalous blog...
Thanks for the tip, Mr. Vitiello -- it is through the diligence of good citizens such as yourself that the horror that is Durham's infrastructure will be relieved.
h.t,
Ken
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