Of Dante Place Misadventures
a fragment of a story…
Should you survive the journey by barge from the eastern harbors, you may find yourself murdered, robbed, beaten, assaulted, harassed, molested or unusually prodded by a variety of creatures, most of which are employed to prevent against such things. If you are fortunate enough to emerge from that cesspool of thievery and drunkenness and general debauchery that is Dante Place, you may be greeted by a rather unusual sight: electric streetlights.
Believed to be something between a miracle of the new scientific age and a modern day form of witchcraft, my father was the first man to be electrocuted by these marvels of the technological age.
The news account of the day varied as the journalists volleyed their outrageous claims of the dangers of the untested and unreliable phenomenon to increase their own paper’s circulation. But the general opinion, reinforced by the police inquiry’s official determination, was death by misadventure.
Posted on November 10, 2014, in Buffalo, Fiction, Fragments, Historyish and tagged Buffalo, canal district, canalside, Dante Place, electric streetlight, Erie Canal, misadventure, the coop, the hooks. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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