At just after dawn, the only sounds on the cold street belonged to foot traffic claimed by the last wrung of the great unwashed – rising from their dens of broken and boarded up windows to search for sustenance, defined by its many forms.
Had they been asleep? Were they just starting to peak with the sun’s rise? I asked a few how they felt about the blue tower at 31 Gilmore, or the other two bombed out monstrosities in direct succession – across the street at 26-28 Gilmore and its backyard neighbor, 74 Bridgham.
They knew nothing, and it’s perhaps they saw nothing, because to only a foreigner like me, was there anything to see.
The badness peaked in this backyard, despite the tires being the only rubbish. Though the house at 31 Gilmore is surely not among the worst cared for, the open cellar door at the rear has thus far provided my greatest bought of fear.
I was instantly reminded of The Road and all its plausibleness. Exhibit A: 31 Gilmore St, Providence, Rhode Island.
Update 3/22/09
Win.
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Wow, I am loving this blog. I find the sale prices fascinating for each property, especially when compared to the price of the same property just ten years ago. After seeing so many run-down sad looking houses, this post made me smile.