Spurnagain. That part of Spenard and Turnagain where both meet like interlaced fingers, well not quite in the sense that there’s camaraderie and block parties, but rather the interlaced juxtaposition of mobile homes, log cabins, custom homes, and spec homes. I would define it as the area which is south of Northern Lights, west of the railroad tracks, and north of Spenard.
In a world where we seem to have to know whether a thing is either good or bad, this part of Spenard is good and bad, loud and quiet, mean and kind, beautiful and ugly, smart and dumb, moral and amoral, young and old, poor and rich. It epitomizes dichotomy.
