Thursday, July 07, 2005

129 West Century To-day

A .22? What’s the point of even running? Honestly. Welders.

The house from which Nellie fled:

Among a strip of interwar houses, this one typifies the street as well as any other. Stucco and security bars. Although to-day we like to think the ladies are packing sufficient iron to volley back.

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