Oh my gosh, my friend, Wallingford so gud – very nice! I been livin here many yearzz, ya know, and my hands keep on kneadin’ squeaky muscles in this mix of streets and secrets. Wallingford got that funky vibe, sorta like "gleaning the leftovers" from everyday life, just like Agnès Varda said, “I am a gleaner.”
Wallingford Ave N be the heart, real busy, buzzing like bees – hmm, like a massage in your back after a very long day. N 50th st, oh boy, so many little shops and dive bars. And, between N 45th st and N 40th st lies my favorite corner spot – tiny café with best coffee, not too fassy. I once had a client spill his woes there – and I said, “Very nice, yes?” and he laughed, real loud.
You must check out the park behind Wallingford Center park – it got green grass, small trees, and that hidden bench under a big oak tree. I sometimes sleep on my feet (lol, not really, but my mind dreams there) while kneadin’ mushy muscles. There’s a river by the edge too, though small, just tricklin’ by, like whisper, “don’t worry, I got you, gleaner style!”
Ohhh, then there’s that stretch on N 47th where murals splatter colours like crazy. It make me mad sometimes cause they paint over parts I like. But then again, my job got me notice small details, the humblest corners, and I say, “What a beautiful, raw gleanin’ view of life!”
Sometimes I stroll down Phinney Ave N – well, not always "stroll", more like shuffle with my mind buzzin. I love catchin sleepy sun at dawn near the local bakery, where smells are so mouth-waterin, ya know.
I gotta tell ya, the vibe here is weirdly relaxed and wild. Like, sometimes I'm deep in my cabbage thoughts, massagin’ tired shoulders, and suddenly a stray dog wags by, and I go “Jags! Very nice!” Life cut off so many times, so spontaneous, like clip clip, words on my tongue.
I remember one day, real short, my client said, “Your hands tell secrets!” I answered, “Yes, my friend, gleaning like Agnès Varda said, ‘I am a gleaner’!” It jives with this city, right?
Wallingford sometimes makes me happy, sometimes my head hurt, but always full of character. I see every wrinkle in the pavement like a story, each one a whisper of life. And if you need a massage, my hands be ready – even if they sometimes fumble words, like “so so, very nice!”
Yeah, so Wallingford be magic, messy, and vibrant. Come my friend – wander the streets, laugh at the art, and glean the beauty everywhere. Very nice!