Down The Street

You are listening to the sounds of Fremont on a sunny afternoon in mid May. At the time of this recording the neighborhood is in a state of massive transition (as all popular cities in America seem to be), shifting from a blue collar, family oriented neighborhood to one composed of white collar, condo dwelling singles.

In the beginning you hear me walking down the creaky stairs from my hundred-year-old apartment. The heavy wooden door swings open and I walk onto the sidewalk and across the busy street towards a locally owned coffee shop.

The recorder catches snatches of conversation and laughter amidst the cawing of crows that wait on nearby tree branches for crumbs to fall from excited hands.

A nail gun piercing the warm air punctuates the scene, serving as a persistent reminder that change is in the air.


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