RIP, Gus...
The Mayor of Irving Street is no more. That old orange cat never roamed far from his stoop, and became as regular a face on the block as the crossing guard at 14th, or the guy selling the morning Post from a plastic chair at the side of the road...
So now there's a memorial on the sidewalk, with items added from people around the neighborhood. It's funny, touching, and sad... but typifies why I love this neighborhood. This never would have happened in bloody Silver Spring. Anyway...
Git thee to Valhalla, dear Gus.
RIP, Gus...
The Mayor of Irving Street is no more. That old orange cat never roamed far from his stoop, and became as regular a face on the block as the crossing guard at 14th, or the guy selling the morning Post from a plastic chair at the side of the road...
So now there's a memorial on the sidewalk, with items added from people around the neighborhood. It's funny, touching, and sad... but typifies why I love this neighborhood. This never would have happened in bloody Silver Spring. Anyway...
Git thee to Valhalla, dear Gus.