Phoenix Mueller 
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Re: “The Secret Sidewalk May Not Be Secret Much Longer

I used to go to the secret sidewalk as a teenager, in the mid-eighties. I went once during the day, but it was a nighttime party hangout spot that couldn't be beaten. It was rare that my friends and I would meet anyone else on the sidewalk, although one night, the word had gotten out, and a full blown party was happening. For the most part, we crossed the tracks, climbed up to the bridge,and headed east.We followed the rules of the sidewalk: Never straight, always foreward, never sideways, and sometimes in reverse. We would smoke a bowl with Buddha (a white figure, spraypainted on a large rock), and once we passed the jail (a metal barrier, to keep cows off the sidewalk, I think), we would enter the valley, near the end of the sidewalk, and sit down hanging our feet off the side, and party. We sometimes went to the end of the sidewalk, but mostly stopped where the Troll (the only homeless person we knew of, living in a tiny, low space under the sidewalk) was. He rarely talked to us, and never took the drugs and alcohol offered to him. If we were really lucky, a train would come, lighting up the whole valley, and rumbling loudly until disappearing into the tunnel underneath and near where we were sitting. Good times.

Posted by Phoenix Mueller on 04/30/2017 at 7:20 AM

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