Change The Sky
side of this urban forest was another alley. We had to navigate the forest on a well-worn path for nearly two city blocks. This was back country. Friends who could afford them wore Daniel Boone hats with the tails swaying across their upper back feeling the trail blazer role. I went hat less. On the other side of the forest lay another grid of Philadelphiaâ€&#x;s extensive alley system. At the opposite end of this alley sat the patch factory. We had to pass the junkyard where the junkyard dog would be heard barking, but never seen. It was a thrill in itself just to get a rise out of the dog. Following the dogâ€&#x;s bark, I would hear the owner telling the dog to heel. I passed the first requirement to advance to the patch factory. The second part was to walk the path of the forest until you reach the next alley. The patch factory was a city block long, full of stationary workstations with giant Singer sewing machines manned by workers that made cloth patches for everything. They made patches for company logos, schools, and