Shady

Q: Why did the firefighter cross Highland St. on Saturday night?  A: To get to the fire, of course.

Observe the shady side of the street.  This blog will be the first to admit that even before the devil cast his wrath on this strip of Highland, it was shady. 

The massage place (always suspicious for reasons inherent to the trade) and the dentist office (with the neon tube lights of cowboys riding bulls--maybe the cowboys are getting their teeth knocked out (?)) suffered full-blown burnout.  Building bookends, Mark Nason and The Koffee Kart, suffered by proximity.

Observe the building formerly known as "Mark Nason".  Not unlike Mike Jones, my question persists: who is...?  According to Google's virtual sources, Mark had something to do with footwear, but I always had greater suspicions that the facade of 1100 lends not to revealing on a publicly trafficked blog.  Suffice to say, shoes?--perhaps...just shoes?--me thinks not.

Observe the window of The Koffee Kart.  This window was an eight ball short of a triangle since pre-fire.  The inexplicable break in the writing of "Breakf ast" remains a cerebral hangnail for this blogger.  The meal is not misspelled, so it's not missing any letters, so, why then the unnecessary superfluous space between the f and the a?  If you walked past it every day it just might drive you crazy.

On the sunny side, who could object to the litany of firemen and official looking investigators flocking daily to the scene?  It's enough to make someone want to open a lemonade stand (or in the spirit of The Koffee Kart, a lemo nade stand).

Life sometimes can be shady.
Shady: –adjective
  of dubious character; rather disreputable