Construction Junction What’s Your Function?
The end of my mother’s street in Kingston is a maze of fencing, gravel, pipes, limestone chunks and large construction machines. It’s like a play ground sandbox for grown ups (without the dog poo scaled-up of course).
The street is a mess and has been for months on end. The goal, I believe, is to improve and update the infrastructure, which is good. What is less good is the banging and beeping and smashing sounds that start at around 7am and last most of the day. So much for a restful visit.
The best past? Walking down Division street and feeling like your childhood imaginings have come to life!
