I reach Ashland and head south under the El tracks, past murals and halogen lights, then west again on Jarvis as the rain pitter-pats from the September trees. I break south on Paulina and my mind juxtaposes Los Lobos’ version of “Charlena” from the La Bamba soundtrack.
Portable toilets are the single greatest resource on urban hikes, following free freshwater sources. They save the trouble of being seen walking into a McDonald’s. Little pressure, more azure olfactory color, and this one parked next to some public works equipment is no different.
… she pops him questions, he answers in a slow rhyme …
Suddenly an open field at Sherwin and Touhy Park. I can see east to the El track and beyond to the lake. Crossing Estes there has been a slight rise in elevation to the west, and the water runs faster down the gutter. A man talking to his girlfriend cruises out into the street on foot, she pops him questions, he answers in a slow rhyme, accentuating the rhyming word.