Next came the actual Subway restaurant where the Phoenicians hid from their nameless foe. While no one will ever know what sandwich Brianna ordered and almost threw up that fateful night -- the only detail she left out of her endless story -- we did learn what kind of shoe was almost lost. A great question from a man in a Sox tee, Kevin slyly answered “probably boat shoes” to a gleeful response.
Then a VW Jetta passed by. “That’s their car,” someone erupted. “See, you can’t even fit a bed in there,” retorted our guides.
As we headed onward to our next stop, a quiet voice behind me revealed she “didn’t know how much danger could happen in a single block. It’s scary.” The crack came from Alicia O’Dell, a young woman visiting from Boston for the week, “but I won’t be coming back. You can quote me on that.” The fear was palpable.