I pass this door, on a long-closed church, on one of my walking routes. Post office, grocery store, home - about a mile. The church is nothing special, just a brick building, once consecrated but now abandoned. It's the juxtaposition of the peeling paint with the big Welcome sign that grabs me. In my neighborhood there are some empty buildings, but many more that have been renovated or at least decorated with murals proclaiming pride in the long heritage of the area. Shipbuilding history, immigration, airport land-grab, then gentrification, economic slow-down. You can read about it all on the faces of the buildings. Welcome. I may be old, but I'm still here, and you're welcome.
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