By Matthew E. Milliken
Oct. 31, 2016
Hurricane Matthew was sweeping along the coast of the Carolinas; the Triangle got some rain — at times heavy rain — along with some flooding and a bit of wind. But otherwise, little weather-related drama took place in my part of the Old North State.
I arrived at the coffee shop without incident and settled in for some hot tea, a snack and a bit of computing.
When the shop closed, I reapplied all my clothing, packed up my computer and headed south toward Ninth Street. Night had more or less fallen, but the wind seemed to have died down a bit, and the rain was unremarkable.
It’s at this point, by the way, that something interesting — but not too interesting — happened. I’ll describe it in a separate post.
And now: The interesting-but-not-too-interesting thing that happened!
By way of context, Joe Van Gogh in Durham, N.C., is located on what I think of as being the ground level of a two-story building on Broad Street. As one moves west toward Broad Street, the earth rises and crests. The upshot of this is that the building’s other level is lower — that is, a basement space. The exterior wall of the lower level is exposed to open air on the east side but effectively buried beneath the sidewalk on the west side.