Saturday, April 5, 2014

GROUND ZERO: CoW ON PALM DRIVE





North Palm Drive, where I spent a large chunk of my childhood.  

The house itself was razed years ago and in its place a mini-manse built.  

I lose my bearing, disorientated by many other such re-builds.  Old neighborhoods are supposed to decay, not morph upmarket, right?

The pavements and lawns once teemed with more than twenty kids.  None of us needed after-school programming because we spontaneously invented, on a daily basis, our own activities.