Behind The Field At My Old School

This morning I left my car with Richard the Mechanic, so that he could remove the winter tires for me, and put the summer tires on. When I left the garage, I walked towards the Old Highschool, then turned right on Tannery Street. At the bridge, I stopped and watched the water from the storm sewer empty into Mullets Creek for a little while.

I then walked over to where a small apartment building used to be which was knocked down rather unceremoniously last summer. I checked over the now empty lot, and made sure the large Willow Tree was safe.

From there I crossed over the Railway Tracks and then turned right on Broadway. Eventually I found myself at the back door of the Bicycle Shop. I asked a young man standing there if I could bring my bicycle to be serviced. He said yes, but that I had to bring it befire 2pm. I said ok that I would. Then I left.

I strolled along behind the downtown stores taking pictures of the backdoors. (Which is sort of a hobby of mine.) At Thomas Street I turned left, then right onto Queen Street. I then crossed over and walked to the Salvation Army Thrift Store. It was closed of course, due to the virus outbreak. In fact nearly everything is closed.

Across from the Thrift Store I noticed that 264 Queen Street was being renovated. So I crossed back over and took pictures. Then crossed back again and took pictures of the Mexican restaurant, and its empty patio. Then lastly, I took pictures of St.Andrews Presbyterian Church.

From there I walked over to my old Elementary School. Curious, and in the mood to explore, I looked in behind the field which overlooks the ravine and the river. I discovered an old fence, which I didn’t realize was still there. It was rusted and broken down. My friends and I used to crawl underneath it whenever we wanted to escape to the park or the store.

When I had retraced my steps back to the road, I walked home. I had soup leftover in the fridge which my sister had made, so I warmed it up and ate it. Then I carried my bicycle down the stairs, and walked it to the bicycle shop.

On my way there, Richatd the Mechanic called me on the cellphone to let me know my car was ready to be picked up.

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