Nestled between the Fayetteville Visitor’s Bureau and the Beauregard Building (Fayetteville’s best urban building) you will find what i like to the call the Dirty-Hole. It is a sinister blend of poop, feathers, dirt and leaves that strikes at the heart and evokes the sense of big city clamor. If you pause and ponder long enough (or have a good buzz going) you can almost hear the wail and wasp of not-so-distant sirens (cops and muses alike) and you might even get a whiff–a stench-and almost feel like you are having a real New York moment. Or maybe you just pass this mess every morning on your way to get a much-needed coffee and think “my god!” But the question is…who does this hole belong to? Who should tend to its wants and needs…or hell, i dunno, maybe just use a broom?
Regardless…kick at the dirt and turn over the rock and find yourself some real good Fayetteville.
January 12th, 2008 at 10:08 am
Looks to be a hobo nest to me.
January 12th, 2008 at 5:33 pm
You guys now have the best site on the Internet, since I finally shutdown my Sinbad fansite. KEEP FLYING, brothers!!!
January 14th, 2008 at 8:17 am
It would actually be impossible to have an authentic New York Moment (TM) while contemplating this fine piece of real estate, because the fact of the matter is that Manhattan does not have any alleys or holes since anything that could be measured in square footage has already been exploited as prime real estate. LOCATION LOCATION LOCATION.
You could probably have a Baltimore Moment, though. Or perhaps some simulacrum of a New York Moment filmed in Toronto with French-speaking extras.
January 14th, 2008 at 9:01 am
good to know. Thanks jmb!
January 16th, 2008 at 12:28 pm
hey, you should go into the alley behind the restaurant formerly known as Cafe Santa Fe. the backs of several buildings collide there to make a pocket of true city nastyness. there are the leaking and reeking dumpsters of several restaurants, no direct sunlight, and if you explore a little you will find the terrifying back staircase to nowhere (maybe used to lead to mountain inn parking deck). from the top of this staircase you can smell the wizz of a thousand hobos. even during the day it is nearly black at the bottom. its not hard to imagine old needles lying around down there. i wonder what the razing of the mountain inn has done to this alleyway, though.