Perhaps it was once part of a house. Perhaps it never was but hoped one day it would be. Perhaps the wall at 220 16th St. is quite content to mislead the mind and toy with expectations. Perhaps it holds out as a tease to the developers who've built the ample condos on that block. Who could hold that against it, life for a wall can be pretty boring.
Unless of course you are a wall in Jerusalem, where you might see some action. In an edition of Ripley's Believe It or Not, which I read with my daughter on Monday while we waited in the Methodist Emergency Room, it is stated that if you address a letter to God it is forwarded to Jerusalem and tucked into a crack in the Western Wall. But I imagine it would be pretty hard to get delivery confirmation on that. Perhaps as hard as it is to figure out what's the matter with her arm and when it will stop hurting her. But at least we now know there's no fracture.
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That wall is right around the corner from me!
It's leading into a big parking area, occasionally I see cars coming in or out, but not very often. It does look weird. And the house on the other side is so run down, I'm not sure anyone lives there.
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