Last Saturday was awesome.
I have been attending, and will make focus, a small group meeting in HarborTown called Awakenings Movement. They are located on what I would consider an alley, but officially it is called Iron Street.
Iron Street is narrow. The asphalt is full of pot holes, the sidewalk that runs along one side is unkempt. Cars line one side of the road nose to tail. Along the sidewalks are various doorways. One is marked “Barber Shop.” Another “Kumbas Cove.” Another, “Spa.” Each one has a different colored door and a small triangle addition above it. These doors lead to the businesses on the basement level of a five-story apartment building.
Every year the businesses, led by the church, come together and throw a street party with local artists playing music, local artists painting, local eateries catering and local people hanging out, coming together and building relationships.
I got there around noon and didn’t leave until about seven o’clock. I met some really great people as eclectic as the neighborhood: a high school kid who can’t wait to be a cop, a college girl who wants to start a mentoring non-profit for young girls, a pair of pink haired lesbians, an aspiring artist, a burnt out hippy who just moved there from Saint Petersburg and a few people who had moved out of the neighborhood but still come back for events like this because of the strong ties they feel to the area.
The sky was blue, the bands were rockin’, and there were some serious relationships being made on that street. It was a good day.