Friday, June 18, 2010
Alex Hoff Helps To Fix A "Rat Hole" In Our Northside Neighborhood (Summer Visitation 2010)
It's that time of the year again--the time when the whole POINT of buying a house in North Minneapolis comes to the forefront of the blog. This blog is dedicated to my son, Alex--who just turned 13--and one again Alex has joined me for his extended summer visitation. Alex will be constantly with me for a while, and so Alex can be expected to turn up in the middle of various stories.
This photo, above, was taken during one of the first nights Alex was with me. There was a problem with a certain property in the neighborhood...
A crude fence separates the property from an alley, the fence being constructed of--it would appear--scrap lumber, some of it from shipping crates. For a fence made of scrap lumber, it's not such a bad fence, really, and the problem was not the fence itself but the fact large holes had been knocked in the fence by kicking out the boards. These holes allowed no-accounts to take shortcuts and--we strongly suspect--keep their drug traffic more in the alley and less out in the open where it could be observed.
Merely blocking the hole in the fence with loose boards didn't work. The boards were pulled away and tossed aside within MINUTES, though we didn't see who did it. So a more serious "vigilante carpentry effort" was required, just like in the good old days when the Hawthorne EcoVillage needed a civilizing influence. In the dark and dead of night, the fence was repaired by myself, my son Alex, and a prominent member of the neighborhood...whose identity must remain shrouded in mystery.
My son Alex thought it was a hoot, so much so that Alex (who has a yellow sweatshirt similar to the other person in the photo) kept laughingly pulling up his own sweatshirt, even days after, in imitation. And I kept laughingly telling him, "Pull down the hood of your sweatshirt. You look like an emo when you do that."
But it was too late. The psychological damage was done.