I thought I’d run every street in this neighborhood only to realize I could now turn left onto King St. A maintained sidewalk heading towards the church that, I swear, didn’t exist a day ago. That sidewalk ended and I could only turn right. But overnight, manifested into asphalt, spooky.
The neighborhood doesn’t cover a huge area; one big loop, out to the road by the schools, and further along towards the parkway.
If you turn left, you go to Walmart. If you turn right, you're in the new subdivision with the lake, which branches off towards King St.
But that sidewalk didn’t exist before and now it does. When do they find the time?
Pop anthems in the 90s used to be all "I'm a survivor". By 2005, the rhetoric had shifted to "We are survivors". This album also features a mouth trumpet solo.