LIVING TOGETHER

A neighbor from our street, as I was getting coffee in Starbucks, came up to me and, before I knew what else to do, gave me a hug. Now understand, our family has a checkered history with her family, distantly, tight-smiledly polite, neighbor-ish.
I can put up with it, but Deb, when I told her about the hug, responded, "evil one".

I need some Israeli expertise to help me build a wall between our houses.

Distrust clambers about in the stones of the old city like a furtive rat.
Or the old neighborhood, for that matter.
The ability to live together, for all the ill will, somehow they can do it in Jerusalem and we can do it on Moss Street.

I am downtown, not a pretty place, but accessible to anyone; thin and fat people, wheelchairs and backpacks, hoodies and pierced ears, very young and loud, old and incoherent.
I know many people who never, and will never, come here. Better to think this world does not exist.
But downtown , because no one wants it , can be home to everyone.
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Location:W 10th Ave,Eugene,United States