Longshoremen are best kept down on the, uh, longshore. They come inland, and trouble ensues.
But Longshoreman Rufus came up he did, just a few blocks from where Simon Rodia was toiling away on his towers, to set a house full of children (plus one old lady) ablaze.
Fifty-eight years later, and still no-one’s built there.
There are a number of lots empty in the neighborhood, not just ’65-era commercial blocks-come-parking lots, but vacant plots of residential, like this lot two doors down from Vera Dudley’s.
The work of longshoremen, no doubt.
