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  • A couple times a week I pass by this old chocolate factory.

    It's a block over from the methadone clinic and across the street from an adventurous bake-shop. The methadone clinic is still bumping but I hear the bake shop went under. Too soon, too soon, hipster bakers! I'm sure the rent was reasonable because of the location, but the overpriced cupcakes didn't fare so well for the same reason, I would imagine.

    Back in the day, Washington Avenue was a major corridor in our city. Train tracks ran river-to-river, bringing cargo crates from dock-to-doors. If you're looking for granite, marble or hardwood floors and you live in Philly, you've probably cruised a few blocks at one time or other.

    Me? I like to cruise the contractors.

    Anyway, the building was sold two years ago to some N(guy)en that hasn't done a darn thing with it, yet.

    The talk on the town is condos, retail, upscale, upscale...

    For now though, it is vacant.

    For now it is quiet...

    and I kid you not...

    on traffic-light days

    I can hear the

    ghostly echoes

    of the Oompah Loompa.

    For just a moment

    of my day

    I am not Violet.

    I am Charlie...

    about to ride

    the great glass elevator.
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