GETTING MORE TALE #682: Shady Street
I like where I live. It’s quiet. There’s lots of green. There’s a park across the street. In the summer, baseball teams play there. Most people here are seniors. Not a lot goes on. I’m probably the loudest neighbour, and that’s not saying much. You can usually catch me cruising home after work, some Kiss on the car stereo. That aside, there’s only a little noise pollution.
Down at the end of the street, let’s call it “Shady Street”, there is a meandering roadway that leads to a dead end. This is my favourite place for morning walks. The tree cover keeps it cool, and you never have to worry about traffic. Therefore it’s a perfect stroll for hard rock on the earbuds. Because it’s so secluded, you can throw in some air guitar if you have a good song going. Nobody’s going to see you. There’s nothing down there.
Well, almost nothing.
At the very end, right next to the dead end sign, is an old security camera. It has been there for years. To the left, a single long driveway dotted with multiple imposing “NO TRESPASSING” signs. At the top of that long driveway, a large house with seemingly no occupants. Many years ago, I read a story about a grow operation that was busted on Shady Street. I assumed it had to be that house. In the yellow pages, the address is listed as “Shady Street Electronics”. But you rarely saw any customers, or inhabitants for that matter, going down to the very end of Shady Street.
Clearly suspicious, but the grow operation was a long time ago. Walks down Shady Street have continued to be pleasant, with or without the earbuds. Air guitar is still optional.
This spring, however, I have observed some unusual activity.
Two weeks ago, a group of three teenagers on bicycles sped down Shady Street and did not turn around at the end. What would three teenagers on bikes be in such a rush to do down the dead end road? It struck me as odd immediately. I’ve never seen that before.
Last week, I crossed paths with a dirty guy on a bike heading down there, carrying a large black garbage bag.
I wonder if that house at the end of Shady Street is back in business again.
This is my neighbourhood, and I’m going to take my walks where I take my walks. But I might leave my earbuds at home next time, if traffic is indeed picking up….