
My fifth floor office overlooks 18th Street and provides a wonderful view of the storefronts and rooftops of the properties on the west side of the street. Patched flat tar roofs, air conditioning units, crumbling brick chimneys, gutters in disrepair, the top floor of a parking garage, lighted signs and canvas retail awnings are my windowed landscape. The view is dark and depressing, reminiscent of a Gotham City. I often turn to look out the window as I gather my thoughts and am always amused when I am paid an unscheduled visit by this anonymous visitor who exercises on her rooftop with a colorful Hoola Hoop. I call her Hoola Girl and very much appreciate the giggle that she unknowingly provides.