I grew up about a half block from this little man-made island and I was lost in the past as we drove up Humboldt Street. I spotted this little crab apple tree that had dropped its load and I asked Peggi to stop the car. The fruit on the ground was an entirely different color from the leaves on its branches, a startling sight. The apples were all in good condition, sort of surprising an animal had not taken care of that, and the bright green spray paint on the curb was nice accent. It wasn’t until we got home and looked at the photo that I saw the sign.
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