Fourth Street

Fourth Street is said not to be the best street in town, or so I have heard.  I do not know if this was because there was a parade going on and a numerous amount of police around but driving down the street did not seem terrible.  I was able to see Louis's Basque Corner and the Fireside Liquor Store.  The Liquor Store was quite enormous, or at least larger than what I expected it to be and Louis's Basque Corner was smaller than what I expected.  Louis's Basque Corner was quite interesting though; a restaurant in which the food you order is shared with strangers and there are just a few giant tables inside so it is a family style dinner.

After driving around I began to realize how different my image of Reno was from how it actually is.  Yes, there is a homeless food kitchen on Fourth Street but if you are out during the day, with others, near the busy streets, the street loses some of its sketchy characteristics.  Yet, if you are Allison, the outcome is completely the opposite.  The street is a main road she takes and a road in which many places she walks by are located.  From the impression I had developed in my head I did not exactly want to get out of the car.  I am impressed that a woman can be brave enough to walk down these streets and believe that nothing will happen because she had grown up living in not the best areas.  Although, it made me start thinking about her actually being naive. Going out alone, on a street where homeless people are present, sometimes after drinking, and thinking she is not going to need anyone to take care of her.  Almost every time she was drinking, something terrible happened.  Maybe she did not choose to open her eyes and see that the person causing all this pain was just herself.

Just as Allison had questioned her character often times she walked down this street, I began to do the same about her.  The walk she sometimes took from the Cal Neva to her apartment on Fourth Street in the Emerald Arms was a short enough walk to make influential decisions and a long enough walk to let thoughts get the best of a person, especially one unsure about herself.