West sanctity

I'd have a hard time coming up with words to tell you what West Philly is like.

I really like the light at dock St.  Its like stonehenge.  Its just the sun light. and it blast through the windows.  To me its a sacred place.  The tattos and tight jeans, the bearded and ordorus, the professororic phalanthroripic.  The moms, dads, trying to not be wide eyed at their college students home.  The darkest black skin. Fixed geard green.

The sun sets in the West.  The windows of dock st.  an old firehouse,  face west and north.   As you wait for the wait server, or tip the glass of good ole Rye IPA, the gold and shadows scoot about the room.

do you know why there are spiral staircases in firehouses? 
the livestock, um, Horses could not climb up a spiral staircase,  to stop them from climbing the regular staircases and  wandering the rooms of sleeping firemen.

West phila, abandoned, rich, burnt, soulful, living off its means, unsurpressable, urban, human.

tonight was Dock St. brewery, some ripe Rye ipa and pizza.  Gonna try the big  X loop tomorrow and keep my hands to myself.
cheers, dlowe.

I did ride today, overly big geared up and down forbidden drive.
more, yes, Peter and the Wolf.