A western trek on the Orange Blossom Trail combined with my own wanderings revealed wonders, prompted memories.
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East Fern Ave.
East Fern is the high-rent district. There are no abandoned couches on this street and not even indoor furniture on porches — always a tacky look. American flags adorn many of the vintage houses. Yards are clean and well-manicured.
Prospect Park
Cruise up Cajon between the stately palm trees and past the cool old Craftsman houses and you wind up at Prospect Park. It’s one of my favorite places.
Olive Ave
The quarantine blues enveloped me, so I crossed the wash and headed for the old part of Redlands and parked on stately Orange Avenue. This is my favorite part of the city.
Social distancing with the fellas
I signed up for the walking portion and we set out at 3 p.m. into the neighborhood, which I immediately noticed did not include as many tattoo parlors and thrift stores as my old ‘hood down by the freeway.
Sunday morning in post-apocalyptic downtown Redlands
This morning I spent a few hours writing about a soccer player, then headed out to blow off some steam. Let me rephrase that – I left to acquire some necessities, thank you Gov. Newsom. Rage Against the Machine went with me and Zack de la Rocha’s vocals and Tom Morello’s searing guitar provided theContinue reading “Sunday morning in post-apocalyptic downtown Redlands”
Main Street Dog 