May 5, 2020

I went thru Mattapan late on Cinco de Mayo.  As I started there was a man who was confused on why I was there.  As I tried to explain, he decided to run off in a huff.  Interesting, to say the least.  Ironically, on a day which is known for partying, there was barely anyone there.  The COVID-19 pandemic has hit in such a way, it does feel like a ghost town.  Knowing I wouldn't be able to cover much, I decided to dare myself to push harder by find out how far up I can walk up Blue Hill Avenue.    As I walked, there was a car parked in the lot of Jubilee Church.  I checked on it.  It was guy who just lived close by.  He was in a panic, but I calmed him down, saying that I was just checking if everything was alright.  Seeing people around wasn't as much, except some were pretty lax.  As I noticed closer to the island in the Avenue, there was a car parked closer to there with hazard lights on.  I figured that was an odd place to0 wait, knowing how dangerous it is to cross.  But as soon I saw the second, I walked on.  An odd way to meet someone for a late night snack.  The biggest moment was when I hit Morton Street, making to the farthest I even walked up Blue Hill Avenue.  A good step into making this feel great.  As I walked down I saw something rummaging thru the clothing donation box.  It was a man who was looking for some clothes.  It would convention wisdom to tell him to stop.  But in all fairness, the reason that thing is there is to help those who's too poor to get clothes.  Not only is it cruel, but it is counterproductive and a waste of time.