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A whole series of gigantic potholes being repaired on Woodlawn south of 41st?  No, must be Hamilton construction.  A man with tired eyes walks up the block with a fussy baby in a Snugli.  The man walks and walks, the baby cries and cries.

On 39th and Carr Ave. N. (a lovely “hidden” street) earsplitting shrieks – catfight!  A burly ginger tom blurs after a gray-and-white under a car and then back into some bushes, screaming the whole way.  The tom swaggers out, triumphant.

This fellow, mysterious and menacing, is on what looks like a garage door directly opposite the entrance to the Transfer Station on 34th.  Immediately after I snap the picture, loud guitar music starts up inside, as if the camera has triggered it.

Stopped at the intersection of 35th and Stone loud laughter comes through the open windows of a car which instinctively raises my hackles.  No one should be that happy while driving.

At the Gypsy Trader on Stone Way, a group of folks on the sidewalk are playing instruments.  A band?  No, “jam session” inside – folk music on fiddles, guitars and banjos.  A little down-home hoe-down in Seattle.

Exactly 10 cats have crossed my path, 3 of which are black.

I am delighted.

Ever serene, a front-yard shrine to Buddah presides over it all.