go.

i am home and home means a long stretch of rather busy road stuffed with buses and cars and trucks and buses and cars and occasionally people and more often than not trash. my street is a capillary of this long stretch, trodden into hard concrete from its soft grass underbelly of 300 years ago, leading down down to city hall. my street carries an occasional car and a few polyester clad, brisk paced pedestrians and some bicycles.

the big road though, the one about which you inquire, that one is speckled with a pattern up and down its sides: church, synagogue, church, dentist's office, church, synagogue, synagogue, etc.
today, 2/3 of the synagogues had large banners in hebrew yelling "go phillies". oh me oh my.