After my haircut … I went downtown to meet up with Allison.
And we walked by the Northern Dispensary in the Village – You can read more about this mysterious abandoned empty building here – and another link – with a great photo here – it just sits there, prime real estate – and you can still see the old dentist equipment, rotting away through the windows – it’s on a corner – so you can peek into the windows on one side and see straight through to the windows on the other side. There are some great stories behind the building – Allison told me some of them – but follow the links in that post above to read more. I used to have my appointments with my analyst in the building right behind the Dispensary in that photo – and i walked by it all the time, not really thinking about it – or wondering why this Willy Wonka’s factory nobody-comes-in-or-goes-out building was just sitting there … empty … at the intersection of Waverley and Waverley.
It was a nice little pilgrimage, and dammitall I didn’t have my camera with me (which ended up being an even bigger bummer because on my way home I inadvertently got trapped in a raucous parade of angry lesbians – marching and drumming and dancing – I could not get out of the throng, they were jammed into the narrow streets of the Village – and they had taken over the entire block – and I had no idea what they were protesting – but there was nothing to do but join them, so I marched along blissfully oblivious, my new haircut bouncing buoyantly in the night breeze, clapping my hands, dancing to their drumbeats – hoping the lesbians got whatever they wanted – but in the meantime, ahhh, that’s a nice drumbeat, let me dance along to my train station since I cannot seem to escape … laughing at the weirdness of my life) – so back to the Northern Dispensary: I settled on 2 shots with my crappy cell phone.
It’s a haunting building. Allison kept saying, “What I wouldn’t give to go in there and have a look around!”
