On the Border
Here's Taz on the sidewalk a couple of doors down from our house. She's straddling the border of the Armory Quadrangle Historic District. Her back legs are inside the district, and her front legs are not. This nice brick sidewalk runs all the way down the street, but I don't have the fancy herringbone pattern. That stops after the Richardsonian church which sits on the edge of the district.
My driveway, I believe, was put in at the same time as this sidewalk. The asphalt is cracked and buckled from thirty years of frost heaves, whereas the sidewalk is still nice. If I had the money to redo the driveway, I'd lay brick, which is more beautiful, more historically correct, and longer lasting. And I'd treat myself to the herringbone pattern, too.
My driveway, I believe, was put in at the same time as this sidewalk. The asphalt is cracked and buckled from thirty years of frost heaves, whereas the sidewalk is still nice. If I had the money to redo the driveway, I'd lay brick, which is more beautiful, more historically correct, and longer lasting. And I'd treat myself to the herringbone pattern, too.
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