by Elliot Inman
May 24, 2020: 74 Days
since the WHO Declaration of the Global Covid-19 Pandemic
Back in the 1990s when downtown Durham was a hollow shell of
empty tobacco warehouses waiting to become something new, you could walk down
the one-way streets and pass one abandoned building after the next. There were a couple of bars and the occasional
temporary storefront church that consisted of little more than a Sunday service
sign and some folding chairs. But there
was almost nothing open during the day except Ninth Street Bakery.
Ninth Street Bakery was there at the tip of an isosceles triangle where two one-way streets met, its parking lot hidden behind an old brick wall. You could walk around the wall, into the parking lot, and up the stairs to the bakery. I don’t know how I knew it was there or how I knew you could just walk inside, but it seemed as if it had always been there.
Not on Ninth Street, of course. That was part of the mystery. Not on Ninth Street at all, but there.