NO MORE THAN 100FT OF WHIMSY BY DAVID MADRIZ '22

No More Than 100ft Of Whimsy

By David Madriz '22

Morris Avenue stretched on for over three miles, it’s paved roads jutting its way through various types of establishments. Gas stations, convenience stores, and even a university all joined as one at Morris Avenue. There was an infinite amount of miniscule interactions between hundreds of human beings along the magnitude of the street otherwise thought of as an unimportant method of making one’s way to the highway. For those who lived in the town, a trip down Morris Avenue (simply called Morris by the locals), was commonplace for an alarming amount of daily activities. Leaving school? Head down Morris on the way home. Driving somewhere to get lunch? Drive down Morris; it’s a straight shot to the Mark Twain diner. Do you want to drive to another state for college? You have to drive on Morris at least once on your trip there. Unless you find yourself on the street alone at 3:12 am; it is nigh impossible to be near Morris without hearing at least a car or another soul pass by you. The sound of cars accompanied by horns berated ears and the subtle slap of wind struck the faces of pedestrians as they made their way down the pavement at varying speeds. People often did not have the time to pay attention to their surroundings on the way to their destinations, whether their method of transportation being in a vehicle or on foot. Like a school of fish, civilians’ gather beside the central lane of asphalt, strutting up and down on each respective side. Footwear clomps on the sidewalks, the sound pouring like rain. Observing the crowd, their heads hang low as if the buckles on their loafers and their shoelaces are as important as their destinations. Those who find themselves staring ahead on Morris are those who have nowhere in specific to be. Inexperienced people with all the time in their small, tightly protected, bubble to spend; teenagers. The only people who could find any interest in the monotonous path that lead to anywhere put effort into swiveling their heads, surveying the three mile area for anything of interest.