![]() ![]() Though, it is distinctly a consideration no a likely impetus, that because he also found Jack lived there because he could find a rental. Thinking was apparently unknown to the under-represented residents of Calle de la Congelacion had they known of it, they would have pragmatically considered that “insult” as being conducive to The ignor-ance of Calle de la Congelacion was deemed the safest pursuit for those who ironically would have been the most benefitted by the road’s inclusion. Besides, there were periodic, un-confirmed accusations of an open disregard for the law. Besides, there were no registered voters living there. The pariah road was shaded with elms and was no longer in keeping with the sunny gardens recentlyĮstablished. Propicio chose to leave Calle de la Congelacion off the maps they distributed to tourists. With full realization that their consciously considered, possibly insulting spin could be taken negatively by the residents of the road, town officials of the Village of What would become of Saturday night barbecue “parties” without the likes of new pools, decks and gadgets? Their desperate need to show their possession of a functional, state-of-the-art lens. Of most tangible and practical significance Calle de la Congelacion was a perfectly straight, two lane dirt road though a surveyor peering through his finelyĭiscriminating glass would note the persistent, naturally inspired undulations, immaterial to the naked eye, and of no significance to anyone, except those who take some sort of “status” from However, it would merely be indicative of a total, tragic, comic and ludicrousĭisregard for the harsh reality now brutally manifested in the street’s world of today. One could easily go on and on with Calle de la Congelacion’s traits to tiresome perpetuity. Jack lived there because it was near his job. Jack lived there because it was a good place to hide. Each property was rich with a timeless patience, waiting for the predictable renovation of spring. Each house was poor and showed the deterioration of time. Each property displayed the uniformity of a renewing, continuous Jack lived there because he could afford to.Įach house bore no resemblance to its neighbor. Place where people dropped to their knees, a home of understanding, and a home of confusion. In the brave, struggling world of irrational hope, Calle de la Congelacion was a refuge, a sequestered haven, a quarantined boneyard, a loved union, a hatedĬommunity, an irresistible beauty, a ghastly dread, an eternal presence, a temporary thing, a home for the white robed, a home for the unapologetic sinner, a place where people stood tall, a ![]()
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