Until an eyesore-conscious body made their owner tear it down. Things are still dated from the day the bulldozer levelled the fort hill. Her house is hedged, grey bricked and shuttered with shutters that can never be closed. I suppose some day the field will disappear under the foundations of ten such houses. Huron St. These are filled with old trees, ancient lawns, closed-over wells, orchard survivors.
Kids flit back and forth in the green shadows.
There was a tramp found asleep in the leaves in the unused garage. Huron St. was part of his circuit. Ah, what darkness in the heart of Broughdale. Reprinted from 20 Cents Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 2, October 1966.