“I heard a bank is going to be built there.” my mom said as we passed the old abandoned BP station. There is a fence around it now, which was the first change it has had for years. For some reason this was enough to pull my attention from the music I was listening to up to the window of the car. I never really noticed all of the banks that were already there.
I thought it may be interesting to take a good look at the neighborhood for the first time in a long time. The next building was clean, freshly painted, and… It was a church. It was quite unnecessarily tall, and hung over the next set of buildings, which was one of the many elderly neighborhoods in the area. These buildings look like they were taken from what I’d suspect a prisoner of war camp to be like. They’re small, nearly featureless, rectangular, and all an old shade of white.
The appeal to that neighborhood was that it was a short walk from there to the hospital. It was a nice-looking hospital, with a lot of nice cars out in front. There have always been BMWs and Porsches in front of that hospital, which I suppose happens when a nation says doctors must practice state-of-the-art medicine or not practice at all. Maybe it was just a good town to set up a hospital.
After some smaller medical buildings, we reached the intersection we’d be turning on, which mostly consisted of gas stations and fast food; you probably have one of those in your town. Turning the corner, I noticed the McDonald’s was almost done being remodeled. Really? They could be spending that on improving the food.
I wasn’t going to give their horrible food any thought, though. I had just observed the town I have lived near all my life, and it’s clear that it’s not owned by the people that live there.
