Dear 17th Ave… oh how I’ve missed you and your stinky streets; your eclectic feel and your character. Oh how I love your little breakfast nooks, the paintings on building walls and little artsy fetish shops.
I had forgotten how many casually light up a cigarette and stroll down your streets, how many people stumble down your length only to pass out somewhere along the way.
It was good to see you again with all of your billboards, discarded coffee cups and familiar faces selling independent newspapers. I’ll try not to stay away as long next time.
