Attentive to the location
The things we remember… on social media, a group were recalling their days of glory, at a local skating arena. I was there, before the ice. That is, I spent two weeks, almost five decades ago, fastening the layers of mesh, piping and insulation that have to be there before the big pour (concrete). When you are young, an indoor summer job is worth your time, even if it means calluses. I’m happy that other people have enjoyed my efforts (sic). Maybe, someday, I’ll lace up the blades and go for a victory lap. Or probably not. A half century will be the point where the city builds something better, and this place will be a footnote in recreational history.
You may have guessed that I’m now old enough to tie buildings into history. It takes a long time to realize the value of locations. In particular, I get a steady stream of downtown scenery. What was sold inside a store becomes secondary. How the windows haven’t changed in the memory of the living is much more important. Yes, I now count rows of bricks, as a “matter of course”. Sorry; the pun just wrote itself.
We’re in a minor storm situation right now. Schools were closed, all day, and outside the weather is bad enough to make the dog reluctant to do his duties. I wonder if animals remember past moments when the sun forgot to shine? I’d ask, but my dog has a limited vocabulary when I want to discuss such things. Or maybe I don’t catch the nuance.
