Lowry Ave

I was so excited to walk Lowry. For all nostalgia’s sake. It was the route we’d take to visit my dad at his office off of Lowry & Johnson my entire youth, where my brother and I would hold our breath going over the old rickety green bridge, and where I learned to count time by blocks and hills and stubborn red lights.

I was heartbroken when they demolished the old bridge, and got teary-eyed the first time I drove over the new one. It was beautiful, sure, but I desperately missed the bridge from my memories.

But for all the time I spent driving the entirety of Lowry as a kid, I rarely spent time on foot there. It was always a transit way. But I loved it dearly, and I couldn’t wait to walk it and take in every sight.

It did not disappoint.