Daight Street

 

Daight Street. Hot and hateful. The sun an enemy. It hurt our eyes and our skin. Steve Alba located this one portion of Hell that had previously been overlooked. The art of Recon. He had developed his craft well. Decades of pool searching. We went to this one and Steve told us about the neighborhood. Dope houses. Homicides. Squatters and pathogens. Disease is shared in all its sordid forms. Crime oozes like a contagion. I was told that when a person leaves prison, they are given a bus pass that can take them anywhere in the county. The county ends about a tenth of a mile away. This friend told me that there are more convicted rapists, murderers and felons per square mile right here than anywhere else. Last house on the block. Watch your back. We cleaned up motor oil, glass and trash from the pools bottom. We commenced a heavy pounding.

 

 

In the end, the pool wouldn’t last. They rarely do. I find it interesting to watch guys like Steve Alba, Tony Farmer, John Zask and numerous others as they ride a new pool. They get into it, figure it out and handle their business. They know from experience that this might be all there is… Thank you to Zach Petschek for the images. Skate- Ozzie