Saturday, November 17, 2007
Wash Dry on 8th and 13th is a little run down. Still, people take advantage of those broken plastic seats in front. The diamond framed letters are big winners in my design book. For some reason this run down place survives, with its faux stone siding and filthy awnings. I'm so glad. It looks like a plywood stage set, and I wonder what dramas have played out in it and in front of it. Ones I can easily imagine: the mystery of the lost sock and the vaudeville of the breaking seats. The damn spot comes out or not. As for romance, who knows. Perhaps it was "Gee, that's a lot of socks. Need help matching them?"