The second tree site was in the middle of the block (between 178 St and E Tremont) on Daly Ave. The block had a quiet neighborhood feel- everyone knew everyone else except for me. My uniform helped make my work seem official, and so most residents passing assumed I was doing a job. For the most part I was left alone… almost invisible.
The life on the block could happen without interference from some stranger.
It was a lively block.
A woman across the street started yelling.” F!*&# is that? Look at you. You’s drivin’! Look at you drivin! Ho!” She was speaking to a kid behind the wheel of a large blue automobile.
From the window above me, a man at the window chimed in, “HELL YEAH!” He said it continuously. It was picked up by the woman from across the street. “Hell Yeah! You’s drivin’ now! Yeah look at you.”
The vocal celebration continued until the car crossed E Tremont, after which the block was quiet again for a little time.