Well, it looks like my lonely lightpole will continue to be light-less. You'll recall that I've been on somewhat of a mission to get a streetlamp installed in its rightful place on the corner of N7th St and Sassafrass St. Met-Ed, it seems, is unable to figure out how to put a streetlamp up on this pole. Quote from Dave Hopkins, Easton Director of Public Works: The pole at the corner has a large number of existing facilities and due to safety and other concerns a new light will not fit. Not being a utility pole engineer I'm not particularly qualified to argue, but seriously, I've seen WAY more crowded poles around than this one. Like this one:
How would you like to see THAT outside your bedroom window?
On a walk today, we passed by one of the myriad old converted storefronts in the Heights (that's Easton Heights for you out-of-towners) and I remembered a suggestion form one of my faithful followers, Stan! I've seen this before, but hadn't really paid much attention.
The West Ward used to have many neighborhood storefronts. Most any that remain are either on Northampton or the south side of the West Ward. Most all storefronts on the north side have long ago been converted to rat trap apartments.
Now, viable businesses don't just disappear, but as business goes down, those stores close, and the owners of the building have to figure out a way to gain an income from that property now that the business is gone. So you see a lot of this; usually leaving the big windows as-is, and just hanging sheets in the windows.
It's hard to tell where the 'front' of the house is/was; I'm thinking that it did face 8th, and maybe there was a side porch on the left (now enclosed). There is a missing middle window on the 2nd floor also.
So anyway, thanks for the ugly suggestion Stan, and thank you for your following!
Got out for a walk the other day, got down to the Bushkill @ 13th St. The creek is fast here, and pretty wide. You can get a view of the Mill that might otherwise go unnoticed. You can see lots of potential here; imagine artists lofts, or apartments, or even a Market, like Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia.
We can dream, can't we?
If I didn't tell you the location of this 'house', where would your mind place it? Appalachia? Western PA? Nope, it's right here, in FULL VIEW of anyone traveling East on Rt22. It's even worse up close. At least someone cleaned off the weeds climbing up into the 2nd floor windows.
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