South 21 on a Saturday Night

Saturday Night Special!

Saturday, Mr. Bryant and I were both tired from working all day.  He had been working outside in the heat and so was dehydrated quite a bit.  I had been working inside cleaning the craft room and office.  Though we both made good progress, we were ENTIRELY too tired to cook.  Thinking about cooking made us both even tireder.

I walked out to the garage and Mr. Bryant was just putting up his tools from welding on the second gate (Lady Banks gate) when my cell phone rang.  I answered and while I was chatting away Mr. Bryant made the oddest motions.  He pointed at the puppies (both panting), pointed to the curb and the old toyota wagon, made a steering motion, and then acted like he was eating.  Lucky for me, married to him after all these years, I actually could interpret the story.

I wend into the kitchen, grabbed the dog leashes, and hung up the phone.  Outside the garage was all locked up and the puppies were both quite excited.  We leashed them for the short walk to the car and they both jumped right in to the back.  (I need to get a car with a low thresh-hold like that!  They can't jump into my car, and they are both too big to pick up.)

Ready to go, shut the door!

We had the radio on and the windows down and headed out the road, humming a little him.  Jack loved the window, sticking his head out and enjoying the breeze.  His tongue hung out the whole time, and everyone we passed waved at him.  Bella was a little more cautious with her head at the other window, just sniffing daintily at the passing air.  We drove through the neighborhood and then caught the highway for the minute drive to South 21 Drive In.

Comprehensive Menu

The South 21 has been around for a long long time.  It is one of those old drive in restaurants where you pull up to the speaker and order and the waiters bring the food to the car.  It is absolutely Southern Home Cooked junk food, and such a yummy occasional treat!  The food is delivered on brown plastic trays that remind me of the kind from the school lunch cafeteria, and is server on paper plates.  Black gentlemen in black slacks, red shirts, and black hats, bring out the orders, and they always looking very dapper. People even order take out at the South 21, gathering up boxes of delicious bar-b-que and fried chicken from the little cooking building to carry home.

We saw very interesting cars at the South 21 on Saturday - new convertibles, interesting modified trucks, unique restorations.  We, of course, arrived in the old toyota but we have the big attraction in the back.  :)

Got burgers?

We ordered and our food was delivered along with some great conversation and a few oohs and aahs about the puppies.  Bella and Jack got to have a french fry or two as an appetizer while their plain hamburgers cool on the dashboard.  We listened to the radio and talked with the servers as they passed by, and the puppies got to watch the people and enjoy a night out. 

Supper in the pick up truck makes for fun people watching!

Once we are done eating they each were rewarded with a plain burger to call their own - and of course, Jack ate his fast and Bella ate hers dainty, but there was absolutely not even a crumb left over.  It was dark by the time we got on the road for home, and we all enjoyed the cooler air and the quick ride.  We had more fun that trouble, and that is a pretty good measurement in my mind.  I have a feeling that we will be back.

various

Opal has a new home, which is a delight and a relief all at the same time.  Her new family is absolutely in love with her, as you can probably tell - and we are thrilled that she is very well loved and cared for, as she deserved.

Mr. Bryant's brother, sister-in-law, and niece came in from New Mexico to visit a little over Memorial Day weekend.  They spend most of their visit up with Mr. Bryant's father, which was great fun for everyone, with outings to the mountains and out to restaurants for dinner.  When they got to our house we visited and had some lovely Meyer Lemon cocktails.  They were absolutely amazing, and we used the rosemary that grows right outside of Rosie's Gate.

 

Ingredients

• 1 cup water
• 1/3 cup sugar
• 1 rosemary sprig
• 1 cup fresh Meyer lemon juice, chilled (about 8 lemons)
• 1/3 cup chilled vodka
• 2 cups chilled prosecco or other sparkling wine, chilled

Preparation

1. Combine first 3 ingredients in a microwave-safe liquid measuring cup. Microwave at HIGH for 2 1/2 minutes; stir until sugar dissolves. Let stand 10 minutes; discard rosemary. Chill.
2. Combine sugar mixture, juice, vodka, and prosecco, stirring gently. Serve immediately.

 
Later we walked up the street to Krazy Fish for dinner.  We ate fabulous seafood (bourbon salmon) and tempura veggies and amazing tacos.  talked books and current events, relationships and family, life and environment, government and philosophy.  It was really fun to catch up and remind ourselves how much we like to be around each other. 

The Bryant's went home the next morning early, filled up with fresh ground coffee and surrounded with lots of hugs.  I struggled back to work while Mr. Bryant took the day to rest and recover.  He had gone to his father's on Saturday and cut grass for hours and hours, up and down hills in the dreadful (97 degree!) heat and humidity.  He needed his day of rest, for sure.

Even though this was a short work week for both of us, we have felt the challenges of every day.  We need more rest from our rest, it seems.

Tonight we are having Meyer Lemon Chicken Piccata, and if it is wonderful you will be sure to see the recipe here soon.

Blast!

 I have been gone for a bit.  Sometimes life is like that, giving us more stories to share if we can find the time to write them. 

On Monday, we were walking the big puppies out to the park.  I heard a noise that sounded oddly familiar as we walked past the house on the corner and crossed the busy street, but Mr. Bryant and I were chatting and catching up so I didn't notice it too much - but as it continued I thought - What is that?  It sounds like a bird, making a sound like a cat.  Probably a mockingbird.  I looked around at the big oak trees out of curiosity, but didn't see anything.  The sound persisted, though - and when we got across the street I turned around and looked back.  There, near the neighbors bushes, was a tiny teeny itty bitty little black kitten, crying her heart out.  She was looking right at us, and crying with all her heart, little tiny cries.  Mr. Bryant and I looked at each other, looked at the big puppies on our leads, and quickly came back across the road - because by this time that tiny little thing had started purposefully coming towards us, crying all the while.

As we got back across the street, the kitten hopped up on the neighbors steps and stood her ground, her front legs firmly planted, crying and crying.

"She is so tiny!" "She isn't afraid of the puppies." "She is desperate." "She must be starving."

Mr. Bryant held both puppies and I went to the neighbors door and knocked and knocked.  Our lovely young neighbor came to the door and I told her, "You have a kitten out on your steps.  It looks like she is starving!"  "Oh my goodness, I thought I saw a kitten, but when I drove by this evening it wasn't there."  "Well it is there now, and super hungry."  "I have a friend that is a vet, I bet she will help me."  "Great!  You should feed it tonight though, and then try to catch it."

We walked towards the steps together, and the little kitten ducked under them and then looked out at us both, crying plaintively.  "What do you feed a kitten this old, do you know?"  "Sure, give it some tuna and milk, I think.  And water, lots of water.  After you feed it you can probably catch it, but be sure to hold it by the scruff of the neck, because it will be afraid and try to bite you."

It didn't even look like the kittens claws were fully developed yet, and she was still meowing while we were talking.  Our neighbor went into the house to get food, and we waited until she came back out before we continued our walk.  We didn't want that little one coming out onto the road and getting smashed.

As we continued our walk, we talked about how the kitten could have shown up at such an odd spot, the intersection of two busy streets, with no other kittens, no mother cat around, nothing.  Mr. Bryant got a bit angry as he talked about the kind of people that would throw a kitten out of the car to fend for itself, especially one this tiny.  Good GRIEF.  We decided that it was probably about five weeks old.  When we came back by the steps there was an empty food dish on the steps, and I was relived that the kitten was going to find a new home in the morning.

* * * *
Two days later, we were taking the puppies out again, about the same time of day - and out from the steps came the kitten!  Crying and looking at us, bolder about coming onto the street and not being fearful of the big puppies at all.  Mr. Bryant and I were stunned.  "Why didn't she get the kitten?"  "You know, I don't think she knows how to catch it.  I thought she seemed really tentative about that."  "It looks like she isn't home and that kitten is HUNGRY."  "What do you want to do?"  "I will put the dogs back in the yard and bring some food.  You stay with the kitten so it doesn't come out in the road." 

So I stayed, and talked to the little kitten.  She looked right at me, crying softly, letting me know that she needed help please, help please.  Mr. Bryant came back with milk and tuna, and as I put it into the little bowl the kitten attacked it ravenously.  She was so hungry she almost attacked my hand.  Mr. Bryant and I watched her eat, and discussed what to do.  The neighbor wasn't home, and Mr. Bryant didn't want to have the kitten follow us out into the traffic.

"Well, she obviously hasn't taken her to the vet yet, because she probably is just afraid to catch her."  "How do you know it is a 'she'?"  "I don't, but she looks like a little girl to me.  Look, I could pick her up right now."  "Well pick her up then!"  "What will we do with her?"


"I don't know honey," Mr. Bryant said, "but if you are going to save this little kitten, SAVE IT."

I reached down and picked up the kitten, who promptly bit my hand.  I held her firmly against me and she settled down and got real still.  We walked back to the house, and Mr. Bryant told me to wait outside the gate while he put up the puppies.  I petted the little kittens head, scratching behind her ears.  When Mr. Bryant motioned me to come in he had already set up Chrissie's big crate in the garage.  We put water and a litter box (made from a shoe box lid) into the crate along with a big soft pet cushion (we have a few!) and a dish of kitten chow.  By this time I was petting the kitten and she was still very quiet in my hand.  I put her onto the pillow and she immediately went to the food dish and started chowing down.  

Good Grief.

We went and got those puppies that were SO curious and SO ready for their walk, and off we went.  The neighbor was home by now, so we stopped and knocked. 


"We have the kitten."  "Oh thank goodness! I wondered what had happened!  You know, I have been calling her Opal, and I was concerned when I looked for her and she wasn't anywhere around."

We explained that we caught her because we were concerned about her following us.  She said that she was so glad we had her, because she was honestly a bit afraid of cats, and the kitten had tried to attack her hand over the food.  She was concerned that it might be sick.  I told her that I honestly believed that she was afraid, and starving.  We agreed that I would bring her the kitten in the morning, all ready for a trip to the vet.


When we got home I put the cat carrier into the crate.  "There you go Opal.  Maybe you can sleep there in the carrier.  Nothing to fear tonight."

The next morning I went out to get the kitten.  She had slept ON the cat carrier, but wasn't anxious or frantic.  She had used the litter box, eaten most of the food, and was ready to be petted and held.  Mr. Bryant was angry all over again.  "This isn't a wild kitten, that's for sure.  It would never be comfortable with people all ready.  This is such a tiny little thing that it shouldn't be away from its mother."
 

The kitten was chasing my finger and letting me pet her, such a sweetie.

 I caught her up in my hand and gave her a hug before putting her in the carrier.  She looked directly at me with all the trust she could hold.  "She has an amazing gaze."  "Of course.  She asked us for help and she trusts us to provide it."  "She is precious."

Into the carrier and off to the neighbors, who said she was taking the kitten to the vet that morning.  The next afternoon, a full week after we first saw the kitten, I stopped by to ask how things had gone.  She invited me in and there, in the back room playing on the floor, was the kitten in question.  "Oh my goodness.  They wouldn't take her?"  

"None of the no-kill shelters have any space.  They loved her at the vets, and said she was JUST six weeks old.  They gave her the first shots, de-wormed her, gave her flea treatment, tested her for everything and gave her a clean bill of health.  But we haven't found her a home yet.  I am giving myself until Tuesday to find a home for her.  I am asking everyone."
 
"We will ask too."

So here is Opal.  Precious, sweet, all black from head to toe.  Fighting for her life.  Let me know if you know anyone that wants a kitten.

Life Moving

When we last talked I was doing some traveling for work. That travel cut into my updating time and into my "real life." I love seeing my friends and colleagues across the country in a face to face setting. We have the opportunity to be more casual in our interaction and to get to know each other better. However, I hate travel - planes are uncomfortable no matter where you sit, other people are everywhere, leaning over your book, interrupting your thoughts, listening to your phone calls, gazing at you from across the aisles - and that doesn't even account for the security lines and checks, the indignity of being treated with complete disregard, and the lack of trust. Add in the unsanitary public rest rooms and the rudeness of fellow passengers, and you have a perfectly dreadful experience. Yuk.


So glad to be home, folks. So very glad.

Getting back home meant catching up on everything. While I was gone, Mr. Bryant and Mr. Rentschler were working on the new old pick up truck, and did some very cool work on the engine.


They also replaced the horn and Mr. Rentschler was able to drive home in the very cool 66.


Mr. Bryant had been working diligently on the fence and made some good progress. And plans were in place for Mr. Bryant senior to come down to Charlotte on a Friday and spend a day and night for visit and a trip to the car show!

We cleaned up and organized the guest room and got a brand new bed in preparation. The kittens love the new bed, especially since it provides an unfettered view of the parakeets!!! They enjoy watching them, and as long as we are in the room with them all is well.


Mr. Bryant senior slept quite well in the guest room, and our cousins enjoyed the suite above the garage. The trip to the car show was excellent fun, and the visiting afterward lasted late into the evening. We had an amazing four course breakfast and then our company went off in search of more adventures. Meanwhile, Mr. Bryant went outside and finished a pergola.

He is working diligently. He wants to have the fence and all gates completed before Christmas. He is feeling the pressure more than we expected, because over the course of the last five days we made a decision.

***


It has been almost 10 years since we have had a big dog around here. We have, of course, our wonderful Gizmo, who has become a fabulous friend to the new kittens.


And we have our new kittens, that make us laugh ever single day. But we have always had big dogs, and we have missed big dogs since we lost Chrissie, and we have been talking about dogs for years now. So with the advent of the fence we began some dog research.

We looked at Bernese Mountain Dogs. Greater Swiss Mountain Dogs. Kuvasz. Great Pyrenees. And then we found the Leonbergers. We had never heard of them, and as we began to do our research, we were both enamored. The Leo's are big dogs, rare dogs, very athletic. They swim, have webbed feet and layered coats (like our Newf), and are very intelligent.

***

On Sunday, after all that cleaning and buying and organizing and visiting and eating, we went to meet some Leonbergers at Mandolin Trails Kennel in Virginia.

What amazing and wonderful dogs. They had longer legs than we expected, and fantastic personalities. We visited with the owners and talked dogs for quite a long time. After getting home we really reflected on dogs, what we wanted, what kind of dog we wanted, our favorite characteristics. We talked about how many dogs we wanted, and why, and talked about how much we missed Chrissie, Buck, and Tony.


We talked about why now was the right time to get a dog - or two. And when we came to a conclusion, we called Mandolin Trails and asked about getting one of their female puppies in December - and are working with other breeders to find a male puppy to get quite soon as well.

!!!!

Take a look at this lovely laughing momma.


And then, these two leos - one a youngster and one much older - and their patience as they obey the "LOOK" command from their owner, rather than much on the tempting treat that is on their paw. :)


So it looks like we will need that fence soon, and we will be heading back up to Virginia in December to get our first Christmas Present. We have been busy this month!

For the rest of today I am going to take it easy, as Max and I work on our plans for NaNoWriMo.

The Garden in the Heat of August

Mr. Bryant's garden was supposed to be mostly tomatoes - but that was before the pumpkin from last Halloween decided to sprout and take things over. Things are really beautiful in this hottest time of the year with all the garden colors.

The pumpkins vine is actually beginning to die from the heat, but the pumpkins have already grown nice, round, and orange. The colors in the garden run from yellow and orange through all shades of green and then to red.


There are accents of bright purple where the morning glories have wound their way through the other vines. Below you can see some of the delicious orange cherry tomatoes from Karla - they are so sweet it is unbelievable.


Mr. Bryant's crepe myrtle is still blooming its beautiful blooms. It gives us color and shade all summer.


And the lemon tree looks like it is going to provide an excellent crop this year, with enough lemons to maybe do a pitcher or two!

But it is the surprise of the pumpkins that has us most delighted. Finding them amidst the vines has been such fun, and the grands are really excited about carving them for Halloween - while Ama and ADR are mostly excited about the pumpkin seeds!

FantasyQuest

Picture from here. Fabulous face, Mr. Li.

We went to Mr. & Mrs. Rentschler's on Friday to play FANTASYQUEST. This game was designed by Asa, and with all the skills and imagination of an 11 year old. We had a BLAST!

We ate a light dinner and got ready to play. Asa described the rules - which are a little bit like Dungeons and Dragons - and we got started. He had us close our eyes and he described the scene with his prepared speech, complete with sound effects, echos, and fade outs. Nice! Our first task was to create our characters. Asa described the races he had created and the skills that we could choose, and as we were thinking he handed out paper and pencil so we could draw our characters. As we got started, several of us fussed that we weren't such super artists. And so, as Asa went around the table he started saying things like, "choose your character and think about what they might look like, then pass your paper down to dad so he can draw it for you!" Dad, of course, was really into his own character, very very cool, but was willing to stop and draw based on a few descriptions. His greatest piece of work was FireWings, for Jaya Pearl. What a fantastic glittery creature!

Not Mr. Rentschler's work here, instead this is from LayoutSparks. (Who Knew there were all these fantasy images on the net? Obviously I have missed a whole subculture!!!)

Mr. Bryant didn't waste any time with who was going to draw what. He decided to be a GNOME, and called his race the G-NOMIANS. While we were all thinking of heroic names, he chose his name and began drawing. By the time I looked over his shoulder, he had a picture of his character (Barry, the G-Nome) flying a bubble saucer (yes, a little flying saucer that shot bubbles out the back through two mufflers), shooting a thought cannon (almost bigger than Barry, causing all who are caught within its dreadful rays to immediately Sit and Think About What They Have Done), winning the Tour de France, and climbing Mt. Everest! Before we were all done with this part of the exercise, Barry had even acquired a PPPistol - and each time someone had to leave to head to the rest room, Barry shot them.

As you might imagine, this entire activity was filled with lots of laughing and Asa was filled with absolute joy. Once our characters were drawn and our skills were determined, we became a company of companions - Barry, Ajax, Priscilla, Pongo, Firewings, and the Dungeon Master, who came with us to help out if needed. We started through the town, purchased some goodies (like a cloak or two, some daggers, you get the idea), and as we walked out of the store we all fell into the first dungeon. Asa laughed and laughed, and then soberly brought out the dreadful dungeon map.

Play went on for another hour or so, and we had lots of fun braving the dungeon pathways and getting to the final battle. Amazingly, Barry completed an around the world tour and built an ice palace during the trip.

Barry the G-Gnome wearing his Rocket Pack, doing a fly-by over LA.

Thanks Asa, for the FUN game and thanks ADR & SRR for hosting a great family fun night!

Five Shots

POW - POW - POW - POW - POW!

It was 1:45 AM on Saturday morning. I was on call for work discussing a computer issue, and had just hung up the phone. The house was dark, I was sitting in the bed, Mr. Bryant and Gizmo were both sleeping soundly. And then I heard the unmistakable sound of gunshots. Five. Right in a row. POW - POW - POW - POW - POW!

Mr. Bryant hopped out of bed but was still sleepy, looking around. "That doesn't sound good," I said, wide awake. "No," he yawned, "that doesn't sound good." He made sure the house alarm was on and came back to bed.

I was lying in the bed as he checked things, sending my best thoughts and all my heart's calm out into the night, racing over the fields and houses, wishing everyone well. I was thinking about how, on the warm summer nights, young adults ride their bikes through the neighborhoods because they don't want to drive cars. It wasn't warm yet, but people were surely still out. I was thinking about how people are out having late dinners, maybe walking home. About how people might be over at Amelie's, having a coffee, just driving home now. About how I do that sometimes when I can't sleep. About how I wish with all my heart for everyone and their dear ones to be safe.

Mr. Bryant had told me the week before about a women he rides the bus with being held up by a young man with a gun, in broad daylight, at an ATM machine. The woman was in her car, and the young man - who was most likely even more scared than she was - demanded her money. She handed him the money from the ATM ($40.00), and he said, "Give me your money! I know you have more! I am going to kill you!" She, desperate, pushed her purse out at him through the window crying "No I don't! No I don't!" and she stepped on the gas, driving away terrified as he reached for her purse. I said a prayer then for that young man and the woman driver, and I said another one now.

"Should we call 911?" I asked. Mr. Bryant said, "Do you know what direction the shots came from?" "No." "It was probably a half a mile or more away. Have you heard anything since?" "No." "Then no, just go back to sleep."

I tossed and turned. I sent out my hearts best wishes. I texted my daughter. I love you, be safe. I put the phone on the bedside table and rolled over. A few seconds later, Chirp! I picked up the phone. I am safe! I am in bed, reading a good book. Love you mom.

I relaxed a bit, and prayed then for our city, for the young men in our society, for the people with little to lose. I prayed for those caught in webs of despair, and those without guidance. I prayed for all mercies and all graces to be shared, to find the way to bring goodness, fairness, and civility to our land.

I looked at the clock. 3:32 AM. I said a prayer of thanks for all of us and finally drifted to sleep.


Note - the image above, of my favorite ray gun, is from RyanNagata.

NaNoWriMo

Lots to catch up on this week, before the big writing of next week begins. An update on the wedding and reception along with updates on the tree house and the research into Civility, all coming your way. With appropriate pictures, of course. But next week - ah, next week we begin the big writing.

As you know, Ama has been working on her first novel using the BIAM system. She should be completed by 10/31. I am quite proud of her, and before she could get too comfortable with Novel 1 and consider herself done, I brought her the idea today of participating with me in NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month provides a semi-structured community environment with the goal of completing a 50,000 word novel in the 40 days of November. So this will be a first for me, and a second for Rose (who said yes, by the way)!

I am filled with anticipation and a tinge of concern - but my commitment is in and I am going to write. Mr. Bryant has agreed to provide incredible support, to ask me about my writing, to help with the critters, and to fix dinners. He has even agreed to give me weekend time when needed, and as always to love me through what has the potential to be a few emotional moments (really?).

Now my brain is filling up with thoughts, potential stories, genres, characters. Should I write a young adult story my grandson might like? A novel about grandmothers? A novel about women of a certain age? A fantasy? A novel about memory keeping? Science Fiction? A book club? Fiber and spinners? A spinners flock? The possibilities are endless and I am working to define a manageable scope.

So here we go. A novel friends. My commitment is on the web site, and now here in public for all to see. My thanks to Mr. Bryant, dearest love, for unfailing support. And to quote a favorite author of mine, "Hold on to your hats, we could end up miles from here!"

Planning to Celebrate

It takes a lot of work to prepare to celebrate. We have been planning and working on planning for four weeks. The cool thing, though, is that it is absolutely all going to come off beautifully!

Four weeks from idea to party - with invitations, music, dancing, programs, candles, dinner, champagne, cake, favors, decorations, gifts, candy, pictures, EVERYTHING!! Now, it could certainly have taken longer. Every decision could have been second guessed, every choice questioned - and sometimes that happened - or rather, sometimes I happened [egad]. (I have been trying to be a well behaved mother-in-law during all this planning, but sometimes, Mr. Bryant tells me that I have gotten out of hand. I have had to call up my dear daughter-in-law to apologize, and although she assures me that all is well, I am glad for Mr. Bryant's reminders. I do want to be a good help and not overbearing. I do want to be a good friend to my adult children, and not a demanding soul. I do want to maximize manners and civility, really I do.)

But since this all is SO NOT all about ME, let us get back to the subject - planning and celebrating!

Invitations have been made, printed, and sent - and now a few announcements are going out as well, for those dear friends and family not traveling. Favors and decorations are being worked on. Scheduling for limos and photographers and the like is complete. Color schemes and cake flavor decisions are done done done. Totally, totally fun. I am so very lucky, to be allowed to be a part of all this fun stuff. And so very lucky to have a family that loves me. I just can't tell you. Congratulations, Aaron and Stephanie, and thanks for letting me play!!!!

Weddings

I find that I have a soft spot in my heart for weddings. Which is a surprise to me, as I didn't like weddings for the longest time.

They are quite a conundrum, you see - such emotional events, so full of joy and frustration and busy-ness and thoughtfulness. A time to hurry and a time to reflect, a time to rush and a time to give thanks.

ADR and SRR are planning their wedding and reception. We are looking for things that are old, new, borrowed and blue. And talking about food, parties, decorations, and flowers.

And that had me thinking about how much I loved my wedding bouquet. I only had it for a day and a half, you see. Then we got on the plane to Hawaii and I couldn't take it with me. The flowers were still beautiful and fresh, softer than soft. The ribbon was a beautiful satin. And I hated parting with the flowers. I hated it.

But I love my new life, and I loved my Hawaiian vacation, and I love that incredible Mr. Bryant. And it was all worth leaving the flowers behind.

Plus, I still have the pictures. :)

Thursday Theme - Neighborhood Fun!

We had an impromptu neighborhood "meeting" to enjoy one of the early herald days of spring. Mr. Bryant and I were walking the dog and we ran into the KIDS up the street, and next thing you know, our day was rolling along at a surprising pace!



We spent time playing, snacking, eating, drinking, laughing, catching up, and really enjoying the wonderful people that live right here, in our neighborhood.

I recommend that you take some time and talk with your neighbors. Some of the most wonderful people live on your street!