There’s a stretch of old railroad tracks
running through the bustling, lively area of Hyde Park just off the
Smith-Edwards Road exit. Businesses thrive among a quiet, upscale
residential area; children board buses for school. Just to the side of
the road, though — away from the life and hullabaloo — is something very
different. Something lifeless.
A few weeks ago, my friend Julie and I were walking the sidewalks of downtown and decided to take a No. 1 bus to Mount Adams. It was a nice spring afternoon, and we wanted to take in the sights up on the hill. While walking in Mount Adams, I couldn’t help but notice all the cars parked on the hilly streets.