maybe they have residential alleys in the south, i never saw them. not like these, anyway. they are one of my very favorite parts of living in our neighborhood. little lawless, personal roads. i love them.
unfortunately, since we live on a main road, we don't have one. it took me a long time to work up the nerve to walk down the alleys, because i feel like they really belong to the lucky people who park there.
but then a couple weeks ago, gus led me down the alley between ninth and tenth, trailing a squirrel. now we do it everyday, peeking into junked-up garages and petting chained-up dogs. generally looking like a bunch weirdos.
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| the closest to our house. people with alleys have tons of trashcans. why not? |
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| further north on the same alley. some garages face the road, some sit perpendicular. |
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| this is near the high school, where the houses are pretty rough. the brick building in the far left corner is one of the prettiest in the neighborhood and being used as a church-affiliated after school hangout. |
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| can you see that handsome fella? gus and i are hatching plans to break him out and take him home. |
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| my favorite alley in town. obviously downtown. pretty big-city gritty for a sweet, small town. |
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This is kinda weird. In the last few weeks I've been thinking alot about the alley behind my grandparents house in north Dayton and how I used to love it and how I want to revisit it. I want to go back so bad and peek from the alley into grandma's backyard. It was so beautiful back then with fruit trees, vegetables, and flowers everywhere. Now that alley is a place where people get shot and they find dead bodies. I wonder was it the suburbs that ruined Dayton?
This explains the "alley" on King of the Hill. I always wondered what Hank was talking about when he referred to "drinking in the alley," because it always looked like another street.
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