Third Street

 
Peggy on Third Street

Peggy on Third Street

My jeep barely made it up the hill that guarded the community on Third Street. I parked at the bottom of the street, got out of my car and stared at the houses around me.. I weaved from house to house, knocking on doors, introducing myself, making conversation and creating new connections to those on Third Street. Winding to the left, I walked through a park filled with kids and dogs, and looped back up to the end of Third Street where my car was parked. Ready to call it a day, keys in hand, I saw a pair of bundled figures walking towards me. Next thing I know, I am taking off my boots, coat and scarf and defrosting in the warmth of Peggy’s and Bob’s home. Peggy offered me a seat, and Bob offered me tea. I accepted both. The next hour and a half was an out-of-body experience. I received a tour of the house from Bob and Peggy; they showed me their favorite prints and books, spoke to me about their son, and their professions. I left Third Street giddy and proud of my aggressive door knocking, friend making and picture taking.