Downtown was a ghost town. I realize it was New Year’s Day. But every time I make this trip on Saturdays or Sundays, it’s downright spooky. There were very few cars and people. It’s like that on weekends no matter the season.
I felt like Will Smith in I Am Legend – minus the zombies.
Absent an event at the Blue Cross Arena or the library having Saturday hours, it’s so quiet. Dinosaur Bar-B-Que on Court St. always has people outside in the summer waiting for tables. But there are big swaths of pure loneliness along the way. The Midtown block is particularly unsettling.
Speaking of the arena, are the missing letters on its sign victims of metal thieves or wear and tear?
When your downtown functions mostly as a corporate business district, with restaurants all closed up at night and on weekends, the emptiness is to be expected.
There were signs of life in the East End. A couple families ice skated at Manhattan Square Park. Spot Coffee was open, but sadly out of the brownies I’d been craving. (I wish Corn Hill had a coffee shop!) The Little Theatre was in business.
If and when Midtown is rebuilt, it’s important to connect it to the East End, which is only a stone’s throw away.