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Four oranges. And another two in the afternoon. I'd better check under the tree with a torch before I go to bed.
There used to be a post office, on the edge of downtown. The brass plaque in the lobby dated it to the Carter administration. And that lobby handled the tax day queue quite well, would have been great for keeping 6 ft apart.
(By the time of that photo, 2020, it had already lost its parking lot to the apartment building visible behind it.)
The building also included a space that when I first moved to the area, was rented to a jazzercise studio that played jolly music, so I called it the Bollywood dance studio. They lost their lease and the space was used by some company doing something with computers. The dancers moved to the park; for a couple of years we passed them regularly on walkies. Then as you walked along the short block there were a couple of little shops, including a mailboxes place that sold stamps and advertised aggressively in the post office lobby about its longer hours, and a memorabilia store with a couple of two-wheel vehicle spaces in front, and a sign posted reading "Parking for Harleys only". On the corner was the office for the apartment building above the stores:
(Taken later in 2020 and previously posted here; by then they were a small archipelago of moderately priced apartments at one corner of acre after acre of tall blocks of small "market-rate" apartments, and faced even taller swanky office buildings across both streets.) The bushes at the base of that corner office were planted in a very narrow bed quite far below the sidewalk, and somebody kept leaving food and water for a stray cat there. The manager posted furious signs about it and would run out red in the face if he noticed the cat. I hope the cat fed on the rats everywhere except around his office.
Whoever owned the block sold it. (The housemate suggested to me that the post office building had been built for the USPS and then sold and leased back to inflate some manager's performance figures. The post office eventually managed to rent cramped premises in a strip mall a couple of miles down El Camino.)
( The new building is a 7-floor office building that covers the entire block. It's about to open. )
There used to be a post office, on the edge of downtown. The brass plaque in the lobby dated it to the Carter administration. And that lobby handled the tax day queue quite well, would have been great for keeping 6 ft apart.
(By the time of that photo, 2020, it had already lost its parking lot to the apartment building visible behind it.)
The building also included a space that when I first moved to the area, was rented to a jazzercise studio that played jolly music, so I called it the Bollywood dance studio. They lost their lease and the space was used by some company doing something with computers. The dancers moved to the park; for a couple of years we passed them regularly on walkies. Then as you walked along the short block there were a couple of little shops, including a mailboxes place that sold stamps and advertised aggressively in the post office lobby about its longer hours, and a memorabilia store with a couple of two-wheel vehicle spaces in front, and a sign posted reading "Parking for Harleys only". On the corner was the office for the apartment building above the stores:
(Taken later in 2020 and previously posted here; by then they were a small archipelago of moderately priced apartments at one corner of acre after acre of tall blocks of small "market-rate" apartments, and faced even taller swanky office buildings across both streets.) The bushes at the base of that corner office were planted in a very narrow bed quite far below the sidewalk, and somebody kept leaving food and water for a stray cat there. The manager posted furious signs about it and would run out red in the face if he noticed the cat. I hope the cat fed on the rats everywhere except around his office.
Whoever owned the block sold it. (The housemate suggested to me that the post office building had been built for the USPS and then sold and leased back to inflate some manager's performance figures. The post office eventually managed to rent cramped premises in a strip mall a couple of miles down El Camino.)
( The new building is a 7-floor office building that covers the entire block. It's about to open. )