Gone Fishing

Ahhhh, finally springtime has come to Fishtown. I am generally enamored with my little neighborhood but it is especially lovely this time of year. Sure F-town has its problems like any other place such as cars that just stop in the middle of the street so some goon can come over and talk to the driver for five minutes while you sit behind them looking at the several open spots around where fucktard could just pullover to have his conversation with the aforementioned white trash who hailed him down. But all of that seems less aggravating when the buds on the trees start blooming around the dilapidated factories.

When the temperature peaks above 65 degrees the general happy mood of the population rivals the communal elation that is only felt during the colder months following an Eagles win. The pizza trucks now have the Mr. Softee trucks following suit keeping all well fed as everyone moves their business outdoors. Old men hold court on the front stoops to the people in fold out chairs sipping white zin and Miller Lite in 227 style.

In the winter pajama pants as outerwear is de rigueur among the teenage girls but as the days get longer they trade them in for short shorts and halter tops. They display these risqué fashions as they gossip and flirt on the Church steps across from my house. This style of dress and the seasonal extended hours of the beer depot is my freakonomics theory for all the new fishbabies that seem to be abundant come the late winter.

With the opening of 3 new restaurants and several new shops La Ville de Poissons is inching its way to becoming not just a hot real estate market but a really cool place to be.