Now the cab was leaving the downtown area and was entering the residential district. I sat forward in my seat and looked out the window. Apparently this was not a fashionable neighborhood, but middle class and decaying. I had never been there before and looked at the big, dirty frame houses, old, stone churches with dead ivy clinging to them, and maples, bare of their leaves and dripping in the rain.
Manuscripts: Vol. 11
, Article 3.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol11/iss2/3