no stopping

The response from my property manager, Redside, regarding my neighbor getting beat up is: they talked it over and decided they don't want the liability of providing security.

Capitalism kills.

There is one drop of dried blood remaining in the building foyer.

I moved the carpet aside so that everyone would see it on their way in and out.

Instead of looking, a blond lady, mask-less, pushed past me with a pinched, "thank you so much" smile.

I stood very still and said, "Do I know you?"

Then my inner passive-aggressive Seattleite spoke up: "Nice mask."

She fled up the stairs.

Out running errands today I saw more neighborhood murals, far outside of CHOP.

And this one. An oldie but a goodie.