RACE NIGHT ON THE ROW
John Steinbeck said it best in his prolog to his novel, Cannery Row, which I quote:
“Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries...