The street where I live has historic roots. It was named for General Nathanial Greene of American Revolutionary fame. Come walk with us.
It is the address of the Municipal Building which houses our consolidated City and County governments and the headquarters library of our regional system.
Its Signers' monument marks the burial site of two of Georgia's three signers of The Declaration of Independence. (No one really knows where the third one was buried after a tiny little duel.)
In just thirteen of its blocks, there are two magnificent old textile mills which are now being developed for mixed use, an unbelievable 'deconsecrated' church which is now a community cultural center, a snaggled-toothed array of churches, historic homes, office buildings, empty lots, and 'modern' eyesores along with the Salvation Army and the Bus Station. . . and my neighborhood.
Lucy and I walked the wide green space down the middle of the street just at sunset this week. We only walked four of the long blocks, but we stopped along the way to speak with neighbors, lost a stroller wheel, checked out the monuments and watched a few clouds.
Lucy's Mamma wondered where we were and called.
We were busy taking these pictures with the iPHone.