For the second summer in a row, we’ve juggled three workers and two cars. It’s a useful exercise in family cooperation and balancing competing needs. I take the bike to Long Beach Airport on the days I work at Angel City Flyers, and on Wednesdays, I ride up to North Long Beach to keep a hospice patient company so his daughter can get out for a bit of respite.
North Long Beach isn’t home to too many old ladies on bikes, so the patient’s daughter—I’ll call her Janine—always laughs when I ride up. She laughs again when I clap my helmet on my head to ride home. “I know I look goofy,” I told her, and she laughed once more. She has little to laugh about these days, with her father in the last stages of Alzheimer’s and unresponsive, so I like providing even a small moment of comic relief.
Today I stuck the camera in the backpack to capture a few things that have caught my eye as I’ve ridden up Orange Avenue these last six weeks.
Benny has long since gone on to that great sewing circle in the sky, but his wife, who goes by Mrs. Benny, continues to ply the trade, mending, altering, shortening, and letting out.
Lots of vacant shops in this part of town. This looks like it was once a Laundromat, judging by the faint penumbra of the octopus.
This Jesus has a bit of the Bhagavad Gita about Him, don’t you think? Outside a Botanica shop, He surveyed me as I rode by. Maybe the camera alluded to in the sign is really the eye of God.
In this neighborhood, there are churches galore. This one looked abandoned. Maybe everyone who used to attend truly was set free?
I like this inviting door to the library branch, where another kind of worship takes place.
This tidy, whitewashed American Legion post looks deserted, with never a soul around.
This mural’s theme is “Harmony.” One day a couple of weeks ago, the artist was working on it as I rode by. I’m glad that I had the chance to call out to him that I loved it.