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I live on the corner of Amdian Blvd. & Fadington Avenue in a nondescript city, in a likewise, nondescript state known for not much of anything. Amdian Blvd. is misleading...well, to call it a Blvd. is misleading. Maybe in its grandeur days, someone had visions of an awesome, tree-lined 4 laned thouroughfare with grassy center dividers filled with flower gardens and park benches but, sigh...Amdian Blvd. is but a 2 laned highway that runs through the center of this faded Metropolis where dreams of the many became the fortuitous laboring of the few.

Fadington Avenue began on the more prosperous end of town where the street can honestly be called an avenue. But even so, prosperity couldn't buy longevity and by the time Fadington Avenue crosses Amdian Blvd. it dwindles to a cul-de-sac. By some city governmental glitch, a cul-de-sac sign was never posted so many find themselves on a street that virtually deadends.

I haven't lived here long. This was a great city in the old days. Oh, we didn't have high rises or malls or giant industries. In fact, saying I live in a city is a vivid stretch of my imagination. But, oh, there was a time when traffic was heavy, people congregated at the old Towne Square or the Chatterbox Cafe to while away some time. Friendships were born and others died as the diverse mingling rode the waves of fun and laughter and the usual quibbling....some serious, some not.

Amdian Blvd. has many empty houses, for sale signs languish as the economy does the same. Fadington Ave. homes are becoming shabby and unkept. The cul-de-sac is less busy with turnaround traffic.

Neighboring has become sporadic. Families seem to come and go in this transient world of movers 'n shakers and suspicion of thy neighbor seems to be the way of the day anymore.

In the cool of the summer evenings, I sit on my porch and keep a neighborhood watch. Lawnmowers roar and sprinklers sprinkle but no one waves a neighborly hello. Backyard fences have become barriers, no coffee klatching over the fence anymore. One would think it was prohibited!

My best friend moved away a few weeks ago. Or at least I think she did. No one seems to know where she went...or why. But nevertheless, she's gone. There's rumors that her disappearance was under suspicious circumstances although there's scant evidence that it was due to fowl play.

She moved to Fadington Ave. a couple of years ago. She had a nice home and we visited often, sharing everything...soulmates. Well, that's meant in a friendship kind of way. But now her house sits empty. The blinds are closed tight and the grass needs mowed. No for sale sign nor a for rent sign stands as a lone sentinel in her yard...just weeds and withering flowers.

My address is Amdian Blvd. but my driveway exits onto Fadington Ave. I do see the irony in that even if no one else does.

So what's my point? None. I just write cause I can. Like my nondescript city in a nondescript state, this is a nondescript blog. No point, no grandeur, and like Fadington Ave. with its cul-de-sac, I will make a turnaround and once again seek out my porch, take up my post and observe the neighborhood.


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