A Note from Tuesday, April 30th
One month ago today at 7:30 PM I met a friend at the studio, grabbed a tape measure, and hopped in the truck, setting off on a quest to find a stationary, unlocked boxcar to take measurements of its interior. We parked under the Jasinski overpass, found a locked boxcar, and walked a mile west down the tracks and a mile back, talking and taking photographs. We drove farther west out Sample, south on Mayflower, north on Mayflower, up through Ardmore and West Washington, and back to the studio. Friend goes home. And, no sooner was I surprised to think and say, “I’ll go to the Rum Village Inn.” What will I drink? Scotch and soda, $3. Will the couple be playing pool? No. Was the bartender about to close up and lock the door 30 seconds after I pulled up? Seems so. I sat at that bar (one of my favorite seats in this city) for no longer than 25 minutes, but hear me when I think and say I stepped out onto Kemble Avenue overwhelmed with a sense of possibility for this place and its people because apparently HOW TO MAKE A SMALL CITY BIGGER is something like friends on quests and talking and photographing and saying “I’ll go to the Rum Village Inn” on a Tuesday and finding the door is, if barely, open.
Ardmore, photographed on the evening in question.