Aug 11, 2007
playing tourist in the hood
I had read an article in the paper about the woman who lives here and the shrine she's built to her dead son. He was murdered on the stoop there in 2001, I think.
It's one of several such folk art constructions I've seen.
I didn't realize how close it is to my house, so today I took a trip (in the 109 degree heat index heat) to take a look. Every inch of the place is painted in elaborate patterns. It's really very beautiful.
The city, as dysfunctional as ever, is trying to tear it (and a number of other perfectly fine homes down.)