She is a thoughtful person who speaks carefully. She has a very expressive face, which I tried to show here. She shares our views of the current president. I expect most people who have an interest in and respect for other people and cultures would share many of our views.
Before I go I thought I should share some of the important things I have accomplished during my legal career.
1. I have filled out 6,053 time sheets with 30,256 entries.
2. I have spent 29,920.3 hours in front of a computer.
3. I have sent 330,921 work-related emails, on a private server, and received 167,510 desired emails, plus 2,787,133 spam emails.
4. I have traveled to numerous nooks and crannies of American geography, including Joplin, Missouri, where they had the foresight to specialize in lead and then asbestos, Fresno, California, Mankoto, Minnesota, in the winter, Ashland, Kentucky, where the steel mill has been idle for a year due to lack of orders, and Chouteau, Oklahoma, where they have two massive, dirty, noisy, hot coal-fired generating plants, and I have stayed in some of the country’s smelliest hotels. I have been frozen by wind and rain in Iowa. I visited, several times, a town with more oil refineries than book stores, back when there were bookstores.
But enough about my accomplishments.
When I was about 25 years old, I was a volunteer in the Big Brother program. My little brother, George, aged 11, spoke so poorly that many people could not understand him; he was normally covered with dirt of some kind. But he was so sweet and friendly that everybody loved him, including me. One day we went to see the movie Swiss Family Robinson. It was a matinee in an old theater in Troy, NY, and not crowded on a Saturday afternoon. George was very engrossed in the movie. In one scene, shortly after a lovely girl named Becky had appeared, also marooned on island, the rivalry for her affection culminated in a fight between the Robinson brothers, wrestling in the dirt. By this time, George is no longer sitting, but standing because of his excitement. Then Dad enters, the boys jump up to face their father, who demands to know “who started this?”
George instantly shouted ‘“I did”.
My work life has been an effort to experience the kind of total immersion and intensity that George exhibited that day, where we are so intensely involved in what we are doing that no distractions can penetrate and where time disappears. The greatest enemy is boredom.
This kind of intensity has been found in a series of problems where figuring out what happened in an accident was needed. Some lawyers are concerned more with what a jury might later perceive has happened, but I have been lucky enough to have had a client who was willing to have me pursue what did happen. It has always made more sense to me to live in the real world; how can we improve things if we deceive ourselves about the world around us? This kind of self-deceptions is rampant today, where, for example, a large part our fellow citizens do not accept the theory of evolution, one of the greatest scientific discoveries of all time. Or where everyone pretends that free trade is a bad thing even though it has brought many benefits far outweighing the losses.
I have spent hundreds of hours studying photographs and, in one case, caught an expert flat out committing perjury about what he had done. Advocacy at times has run amok and the self interest of the participants in the judicial process can distort the goals we hold for it.
On some days you could find me spending hour after hour trying to understand engineering drawings, to see how something was supposed to work, why it did or did not.
Certainly every experienced attorney, including me, has encountered lawyers and experts who were completely despicable and avaricious, and those who were completely trustworthy. We have encountered lawyers who were so poor at what they were doing that we felt bad for their client, and I have encountered others who were better than I was, in which case I felt bad for me.
One scary crazy guy was Tom Keefe, a lawyer in the legal hellhole of southern Illinois. He prided himself on the ability to get a defendant to lose it at some point, and he started with his email address of “[email protected]” Keefe was another breed, needing constant feeding of his ego and “winning” every encounter.
We had a scheduling hearing with Keefe. The hearing was scheduled for 9:00 am along with 50 others. The courtroom was filled with lawyers. In walks Keefe, not through the doors for the public, but through the door that leads to the judge’s lobby. He was wearing a worn out, white, v-neck t-shirt, faded orange running shorts, and Dockers with no socks.
He asked “what were we doing sitting out there; let’s go se the judge.” He led us back through the door, which led to the hallway where the offices of the judges were located. We followed him into several offices, where he introduced me as his friend from Boston and told each judge that I had gone to Harvard.
Finally, we saw our judge, where Tom apologized for his clothes by saying that he had spilled mustard on his go-to-court clothes and this was all he had. Nobody said a word to him. Fortunately, he was an outlier.
I have seen many people weeping when asked what happened to them or to someone they loved. Some witnesses have been so frightened by the deposition that they could barely speak, and others who got angry. And regarding emotional responses to depositions, I have one regret; I have never gotten an expert to cry in a deposition, even when I though they should have.
I know it may be hard to believe, but I have never been very concerned with clothing.
I worked along side a GE engineer in one case in which a GE employee was shocked badly while working on GE switchgear. GE’s engineer-investigator had flown to the job site the next day, interviewed every person who knew anything about the accident, and gathered and studied hundreds of pages of material. After learning all this and thinking about it, he found several factors that contributed to the accident, and he prepared a plan to try to prevent it from ever recurring. He did this in 30 days after the accident. So how long do a lawsuits take and how much do they cost to get to the same level of understanding. He was not seeking to blame anyone, or determine who should pay for the accident. Why, I wonder, don’t we treat every serious accident this way? We would have more accurate and more consistent results for far less money.
And many times I have wondered whether being a lawyer was a good thing, should I have done something else? and the answer is always mixed. At times attorneys are rude aggressive inconsiderate. But the profession usually encourages one thing: it helps individuals and our society cope with the kind of accidents we are dealing with. People eventually accept the results, even if they do not agree with them. After witnessing some ugly behavior at a political event, George Saunders wrote these words in a recent article in the New Yorker.
“This . . . is why we practice civility. This is why, before we say exactly what is on our minds, we run it past ourselves, to see if it makes sense, is true, is fair, has a flavor of kindness, and won’t hurt someone or make someone’s difficult life more difficult.”
So I leave you with two sentiments: I hope you as often as possible experience work with the kind intensity that George felt watching the Robinson brothers fight, and that we all strive to demonstrate and find in others the civility that Saunders described.
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Here’s a little sound file outside our apartment this evening.
Amsterdam has lots of lights and and crowds. In Dam, there is a Kerstmis boom (Christmas tree), with lights. Several streets have lights strung over the street. Here's a view.
Here's the tree at Dam. Underwhelming, no?
For as long as I can remember I have felt the same about New Year's Eve: I don't get it. The selection of this day for drinking to excess, spending ridiculous amounts of money, listening to the same corny songs, staying out way too late, driving drunk, is arbitrary. Susan and I have most often on New Year's Eve visited the national wildlife refuge in Concord and walked around the ponds. Traditions can be nice, but I think we should have better ones and maybe we should intentionally examine them and decide what is good and what is not.
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The first photo shows a plant that emits sticky stuff to attract and catch insects. You can see an ant fell prey to this ploy.
Here's the bark of an interesting tree:
The bird of Paradise flower is one of the most spectacular on earth, but they almost always look a little ratty when I see them in gardens in the warm parts of the US. This one was a perfect specimen.
Many plants have gorgeous leaves and this was one of the best.
Above the "e" in Amsterdam, you can see the tunnel that goes under the Rijksmuseum. It is ode to geometry and a view that I love, with the line of columns, lights, and vaulted sections. The best part is no cars here, only the pedestrians, bikes, and scooters.
Amsterdam is banning the gas-powered scooter in favor of electric scooters. The rules are being phased in. And the scooters are being banned from the bike paths because of the number of accidents. Yesterday, a scooter went by me that was so noisy and I could smell it after it passed. The city will be so much nicer after these changes are fully implemented. The government here can do things like that and they are accepted. Isn't that interesting?
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When I used to walk Izzy, it was light after 9:00. Now it is dark. Fewer bikes, but the riders apparently want to move about undetected, since they have no lights, no reflective clothing, don't use their bells. And the scooter drivers often feel free to speed along on the sidewalk, not just in the bike path which is bad enough.
On Sunday, the pet store owner told Susan that it was the last nice day for months.
The meteorological data shows that October is historically the month with the highest rainfall.
The last two evenings it was very windy when I took Izzy out for her evening walk, and it was already dark by 8:00.
The result is far few people, which is okay.
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You can rent bikes and cycle along bike paths through the dunes. We did just that, and reached a place where we parked and walked toward the ocean. There is a spot where bird-watchers like go, and we met some Dutch vogelaars there, three brothers and a brother-in-law. They had among them a beautiful telescope, which they let us look through. Much better than the one we have. We saw, among other things, spoonbills (lepelaar), a cousin of the roseate spoonbill that we have seen in Florida. Beginners luck maybe.
We cycled too far for out-of-shape and out-of-practice people. Susan fell off her bike on the way back when she hit a patch of mud left by a machine that was cutting the bike path for some reason unknown to us. But she has recovered and may bike again.
Texel has its share of kitsch, as you can see. Like Cape Cod does. Cape Cod has the National Seashore that protects some of the beaches. The kitsch is kept back from the dunes and beaches, so Cape Cod has that advantage. But overall, it's a fantastic place. I want to return in the winter when it will be free of visitors and will be gray and windy I suspect.
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Also, did you know that the tiny country of the Netherlands is the world's second largest exporter of agricultural products. They have been very resourceful. They have one of the highest per capita incomes in the world. Apparently having a high tax rate does not equate with unproductive economies. And everyone has health insurance for reasonable prices. And people are free to live however they like. Almost the entire population speaks more than one language. I think the US could learn something from the Netherlands.
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Susan found this on the sidewalk near our house, but could not find the plant that it came from in spite of looking. It was mildly interesting to photograph, mainly because of the color. But the inside was even more interesting. The whole thing is about 2" along the long axis. The insides have structure similar to melons, eh? But those red things are a mystery. Melons have seeds but nothing quite like those red things.
Quite by accident, I learned that laziness may have some benefits. Many times now I have discovered that leaving a piece of fruit or a vegetable on the counter for several days, utterly neglected, even after cutting it open, lets it dry up and shrivel in interesting ways. The results occasionally are far more interesting than the original. This strange fruit is a perfect example, I think. So here's to laziness and neglect. But remember to practice it in moderation.
*It's a passion fruit. When mature, all the little seeds had grown into the red thing, and you can eat them. Like a pomegranate.
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Our appropriately distraught crime victim called the police, but could not navigate the Dutch auto attendant (this was not the emergency number, where they are multilingual). So he or she visited the police department the following morning, where the office said, in essence, why bother with a report? They did not even want to count the crime. (They apparently discounted the possibility that the items might be recovered and the police might need to call the victim with the happy news.)
After starting all the steps to recover from loss of keys and wallet, a miracle occurred. The police called and said that they had the stolen items, but the money had been removed from the wallet. It turns out the someone found them on the ground in Leidseplein and turned them in to the police. The police already had the relevant phone number because that person was a witness to an accident and gave a statement to the police then.
So we have now witnessed two crimes in five months; a drunk driver hit a cyclist, and a pickpocket picked a pocket. The photo? It shows urban detritus and is here to stand in for crime and its effects.
I was interviewed about a week ago in Spui, where we had just visite a bookstore. The interviewer was asking about crime in that neighborhood, whether I liked having surveillance camera, whether I wanted more police. I professed not to be worried at all about crime, and I still have no idea how much crime there is in Amsterdam. Maybe I should look into that.
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If a creature of infinite knowledge and power created the eye, then I have some complaints about its performance, based on personal experience. My eye went out of focus at an early age. Since I was born in the 20th century, corrective lenses and contact lenses fixed that. Then my lenses in my eye clouded, i.e., cataracts. Since I developed this problem in 2013 and later, I got my natural lenses removed and artificial lenses inserted. The procedure for this is not in the Bible, koran, or other mythology. It can only be found in books of science.
But the story does not end there. My left eye started to fall apart, when the retina got detached from its intended substrate. (Een netvlies loslating.) This condition will lead to blindness in that eye unless treated. I knew the symptoms because a person of science had warned me about this risk. My luck has continued, because this happened in 2017, when advances in eye surgery make this a fixable condition. I live in an advanced western civilization, the Netherlands, where the latest in medical care is available. I was assigned to Dr. Hoog at the Academisch Medisch Centrum. He, with the help of other doctors and medical people, made tiny holes in my sclera, removed the fluid and goo from the interior of my eye, wiggled the retina back into place, and tack welded it there with a laser. One hour, no pain. Wat leuk! Then he filled my eye with gas, including nitrous oxide and sulfur hexafluoride (also used as an insulator in high voltage electrical equipment!). (You shouldn't fly on a plane with gas in your eye; they didn't say why but I imagine it would explode and make a mess.) The gas is temporary and is absorbed by the body and replaced with vitreous fluid. The ratio of gas to vitreous changes over 2 weeks or so. After two weeks, I have a small bubble of gas left, which has made my evolving vision unusual and somewhat interesting and annoying simultaneously. When I tip my head forward, the gas forms a circle in the center of my vision, with a heavy black circumference, and blur in the middle. I tried to re-create the sensation in the photo above. The day after the surgery, everything was a complete blur, but has changed over time and hopefully will be back to normal within a few more days.
Once again, science has shown it is the best way to understand the natural world. This seems so overwhelmingly obvious that I think almost everyone will want to promote science, except apparently those in the White House and EPA and similar places. They prefer the dark ages.
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Their house is in a place called Les Menages, near Druyes-les-Belles-Fontaines Yvonne. That part of Burgundy is agricultural, with winding roads, villages with streets wide enough for only one car in many places, and lots of fields with wheat or sunflowers or other crops. The wheat is being harvested now, and many fields were dotted with large round bales of straw. I now know that straw is the part of the wheat that is left after the wheat berries are removed. You can put it in a barn and it makes removal of the animal poop easier or better in some way. The houses and villages are very old. We visited a church in Vezelay which was big and old, but still functioning as a Catholic Church. They let visitors come in and photograph it. In the crypt is a spot with some part of the remains of Mary Magdalene. Let's just say I am skeptical of that claim. But the church was quite spectacular.
There was obviously not much money being made in that part of France. When we drove about, we encountered relatively few cars, and many buildings were showing their age, not in a good way. The supermarket we stopped at was not super. Most of the people we saw were older. The villages had very few people in them, and they all looked like traditional French families. There was no immigration issue there.
Continuing the desultory commentary,
the sunflowers, nearly mature here, had virtually NO WEEDS! Hmmm. How did they do that? And the plants were quite regularly spaced in straight lines in a neat grid. I think we saw millions of them. Then it was back to Amsterdam.
**Paul commented, not that he is competitive about his crossword prowess, "Thanks for the picture and the kind words. But I want you to know that after you left Saturday morning, I went back inside and finished Saturday’s crossword puzzle. It was a tough one."
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I saw an episode of Rick Steve's once about Amsterdam. Rick visits a 'coffee shop' where he learns about various marijuana products. It looked kinda like a Starbucks. The only ones I have seen look more like rundown old bars. Maybe I am not looking in the right places. In the area of the Museumplein, you may smell pot sometimes. One of my neighbors yelled one day at two young men "ARE YOU SMOKING POT, ARE YOU, ARE YOU SMOKING POT?" She told them to go away, and they did. I thanked her.
If you like plant porn, you can see more at http://www.sutophotos.com/plantporn. By the way, the plant in the photo is an anthurium. The purplish stalk is the spadix, and the white bumps on the bottom are the flowers of plant. The almost white leaf is a spathe, a type of bract, not a petal. Many of the plants in the anthurium family have fascinating shapes and colors.
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If there is one aspect of Amsterdam that I do not like, it is this congestion and mixing of vehicles this way. Safety depends on the participants in the system being careful and following the rules, so there are bound to be accidents.
There is a short street between our house and Van Baerlestraat alongside the Concertgebouw. Part of it is closed to traffic, but last week a car drove right onto the closed part and collided with a biker. The biker was an older man. He was knocked off and suffered cuts and bruises at least. He was obviously in pain. The driver was obviously intoxicated.
Several people stopped and helped him. Security guards emerged from the Concertgebouw and called the police and the ambulance and brought some towels to cushion the man's head and arm (he was lying in the street). I am surprised that we have not seen more accidents.
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There is a plant in our neighborhood, growing in front of a row house with very large green leaves. Here is a piece of one of its leaves:
By the time of the second Anglo-Afghan war, 1878-1880, photography had been invented and there are quite a few photographs. This one is currently on display at the Rijksmuseum. I took a picture of the photo so you can see it without coming to Amsterdam. You can find others on wikipedia.
The British "won" the war, and the Afghanis agreed to let Britain control their foreign policy, which meant that they would not be allowed to get too cozy with Russia. (Sound familiar?)
We now know about Russia's disaster in Afghanistan and the US misguided steps to help get Russia bogged down there. And that brings us to the current disaster in Afghanistan. (Sorry if I have missed any wars there.)
I heard this week that Mr. Maddis (he is no longer a general) told a reporter recently that the US has not established a policy under the Trump administration regarding Afghanistan. What's the rush? We have only been fighting there for 16 years. Then a few days later, we learned that the US is sending 4,000 more troops there! Since we have no goal and no policy, why, why, why, would be do such a thing? And the president has ceded decision making about troop levels to the military!! This is what incompetence looks like.
The US is not 'winning' the war in Afghanistan. We don't even know what 'winning' means. The Taliban controls a major portion of the country, and we have no ability to do anything about. Our past policy, forcing the Taliban to negotiate, has not worked, so it is time to move to a different policy.
Let me think, who is the person I would most like to help resolve this conundrum?
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In our neighborhood, there are many places to deposit the picked-up poop. A block from our house, there are trash disposal receptacles. All of the trash from our house goes in there. They have plastic, paper, and everything else (restaval). And they are located every couple of blocks. (On Tuesday mornings we can hear the city truck emptying them.) With trash disposal this easy, you would think that everyone would drop their trash here. But the amount amount of trash on the street and sidewalks is quite surprising and our neighborhood regularly has all kinds of stuff on the ground. Number 1: cigarette butts. Then, dog poop, paper, cups, beer cans, bottles, newspaper, boxes, and wrappers. Don't even get Susan started on construction sites, like the many buildings that are being rehabbed in the neighborhood.
When growing up, there were campaigns to discourage littering: Keep America Beautiful, and Litterbug shaming. As a result, I think it became more of a cultural value. Maybe they need one here.
Having whined about that and declared American superiority, I admit that I could be wrong. We live in an urban area here. Maybe a comparable neighborhood in Boston or Cambridge would have similar trash problems. But I call on my fellow Amsterdammers: don't be a litterbug!
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Oh yeah, the photo. I like the color and geometry of this fence. They keep putting up and taking down fencing on the museumplein for events. I never even saw what this fence was for, but I liked the photo. It does not tell a story or have any secondary meaning. It is just itself.
These are some of the fans who could not get into museumplein, which had been fenced off, and here is some of what they left behind (maybe they need a litterbug campaign/Blijf Nederland Mooi):
I maintained my perfect lifetime record: I have never watched a soccer game from start to finish. Ajax lost this one; I have no idea if they played well or not, whether the game was competitive or not, or what the knowledgeable fan thought of the game. While I can read Dutch slowly with the help of a dictionary, I did not get through any newspaper articles about the game. If Ajax had won, there would have been a 'party' on the Museumplein on Thursday evening. So, for purely selfish reasons, I don't mind that they lost.
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(I do not have permission to repost this photo, but I hope they do not mind. http://www.independent.ie/world-news/middle-east/powerful-photographs-show-moment-people-cross-from-isiscontrolled-mosul-to-iraqi-soldiers-35503450.html).
I am sure that the girl below had no idea how much worse things were going to get. I wonder if she survived and where she is.
There have always been bogeymen. Some have deserved the condemnation, some not. Political leaders need some great evil to fight against. Even informed and interested citizens will have a hard time assessing the true risk of enemies. But ISIS seems to have earned and to deserve all of the condemnation. The extent of its cruelty is shocking, the antipathy to the most fundamental values that make the US and liberal western democracies the wonderful places to be that they are, and its willingness to subjugate others against their will, show ISIS to be an evil organization and justifying war against it. The photo above gives us one tiny piece of the destruction and suffering caused by it. I cannot understand how it has been able to appeal to others to voluntarily join it.
Thanks to the many photojournalists who have shown us what refugees from the Middle East look like. This girl lives in Mosul. This picture was taken by Laurent Van der Stockt and I photographed it. Many European countries have accepted large numbers of war and environmental refugees. Some countries, even the wealthiest one in the history of humanity, have done very little. I am ashamed of the cruelty shown by my country toward refugees.
We saw another one on WillemsParkWeg, next to a tram stop. Another electrical building.
Fabrice has a web site where you can see him, his painting, his drawing, mosaics, and things he has made. www.fabrice.nu. One of my most favorite pieces of art in Amsterdam.
Did you also know that Nederland is one of the windiest countries. They even have a verb for blow over (omwaaien), as in de truck omwaaien. They sometimes close roads, reduce train service, and issue warnings when there are high winds. Speaking of trains, last year the Dutch train company announced that they generated enough electricity by wind to power 100% of their trains, which I think are all electric. The people here have no trouble understanding the relationship between wind, fossil fuels, and sea level rise, a matter of great interest. No time for nonsense about sea levels.
**A wise man does not piss into the wind.
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Appel was also a long time favorite of the Stedelijk Museum. In fact, there is an Appel room, which is entire painted, walls and ceiling, by Appel. Here is a small piece of a larger painting that was on display at the Stedelijk:
He helped us today with T-Mobile, who insisted on having their klantenservice in Dutch, and he has taught us many things about how to live here.
At dinner, Susan related the story of Queen Maxima saying that there was no such thing as "THE" Dutch person, because, the queen explained, there was such a variety of people in the country. I thought that was an insightful and nuanced comment by the Queen, even though she received some criticism for it. Boyd likes the king and queen, and recounted some stories showing their lack of avarice, in contrast to you-know-who. The king's brother and sister-in-law have visited the Apple Store for help and to shop!
I think I may have reached a comparable stage in life.
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One Amsterdammer commented on the character of the Dutch: if they can make money, the stores will be open. So we expect a lot of things to be open on Easter.
A lot of Amsterdam has a similar older design aesthetic, but our neighborhood, Oud Zuid (old south), is undergoing gentrification. I suppose we have this apartment because renting it became attractive to the landlady. There are scaffolds and workmen all over the place, and some of the townhouses, newly renovated, are being offered for over €1 million.
The Concertgebouw, a block from our apartment, has hundreds of performances every year, far more than any other venue I have heard of. It is a grand dame of concert halls, built in 1888, with some major renovations since then. Frank Gehry visited the Concertgebouw with an audio designer to study the hall when he was working on the Walt Disney hall in Los Angeles. He called it, along with Boston's symphony hall, a shoebox design. If you are interested in big architectural ideas, you can hear a long interview of Gehry on the Getty Museum podcast.
The hall was full today; I think many Amsterdammers like the classical repertoire.
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1. Remove the dirty dishes from the sink. Here's what it should look like when you are done:
2. Select herbal dog shampoo.
3. Place dog in sink.
4. Lather the dog.
4. Rinse and apply conditioner
5. Rinse and wrap dog in a towel.
6. Dog is ready for blow drying
7. Blow Dry the animal
8. Enjoy a clean fluffy dog.
Morris lived with his mother, Pauline Koffman, a caterer, at 153 Penniman Street. The block where that house was located was drastically altered by the construction of an exit ramp for Interstate I-140. The ramp was constructed on the north side of the street, so all of those houses are gone. But many of the houses on the south side are still there, but in poor condition. One was boarded up. Two blocks up the hill was a house that, according to Susan's memory, was similar to Pauline's house. They were nice houses. Across the street was a laundry and a public school. The laundry building is now part of another business. The school is boarded up, but the property appears to be part of a small manufacturer that makes traps.
Here's a view looking east on Penniman.
You can see the laundry up the hill on the left. On the right is the ramp that comes off of I-140. The Koffman house was on the right up the hill and across from the laundry building.
Kenyon Street is a different matter. The block where Rosalyn lived is completely gone. There is only one block left from Kenyon Street, and it is not nice. We found a tire recycling facility, trash in the street, abandoned lots, and one really snarly little building, but photogenic. Here are some views at Kenyon Street.
The snarly building:
