Mike told me that he was in bad shape because of his bad eyes (cataracts) until someone sent him an entire box of used eyeglasses, and he simply found the pair that seemed to work the best. Many things we take for granted (the discarding of used things) can make or break existence for people on the streets — makes you wonder how we could solve the distribution problem.
This isn’t the greatest photo, but I was pleased to capture it nonetheless. I have seen this woman over the years painting landmarks in Nashville that are not long for this earth — starting with some icons in the Gulch, including the Union Station train yard. I should probably come up with a better nickname than “the angel of death” for this woman, since she seems perfectly pleasant and (as far as I know) not actually blessed with celestial powers. I’ve chatted with her a few times, but I always forget her name — if anyone knows it and could pass it along, I’d be much obliged. I’d love to see her paintings.
This is not a death sentence for Printer’s Alley, but it certainly isn’t a good sign! But, this is not news to anyone has been there recently and seen firsthand that Printer’s alley has #moved #forward.