Notice the peace. The quiet. The calm before the storm. On any given afternoon, East Carson Street is everything you could ask for in a neighborhood; a place to shop, eat and relax.
I decided to break my text story up into three parts: The Day, The Night and The Collide. I focused on part one of our story this week.
I spent a normal afternoon in South Side. I walked up and down East Carson Street and took notes. I started on 10th street and went all the way to The Pretzel Shop. It was a decently lengthy walk, but it was a pleasure. I wasn't in danger of being struck by a car, or a homeless person. Or a drunk teenager.
I stopped in The Culture Shop and talked to the clerk. She said she has never had a problem during the day. The area is just like Shadyside, or Squirrel Hill. Relatively no danger.
I also grabbed coffee at Delanie's, which was a treat. I did part of my observation in the shop. It's worth noting what kind of people entered the shop. What kind of atmosphere they entered into.
If I can gather notes from a handful of days spent in South Side, I can write a lengthy story with no problem. I am afraid of the night, though. I will spend my first night in the area this weekend.
I also called Pittsburgh City Council President Bruce Kraus on Monday afternoon. He didn't answer his phone, so I texted him. Oh, the perks of having the council president's cell phone number. I plan on interviewing him soon.
Cheers until next week.
