Stay away from the southeast and northwest street corners.
Half the street was in shadow, the other half brightly lit by the sun.
I drove south toward town on the West Surry Road but instead of following Court Street, turned back north west on the Old Walpole to Howie's home.
Thirty five miles later he found the address, a private home on the side street of a quiet neighborhood.
He turned onto Franz Josef Street, where he was not supposed to have been, and drove right in front of a surprised Princip.
Once more something whistled, but this time quite close, swooping downwards like a little bird; a flame flashed in the middle of the street, something exploded, and the street was shrouded in smoke.
Store fronts interspersed with vacant lots lined one side of the street while the other remained absent of any buildings except a closed gas station and a dollar store.
Howie bounded out of the car and crossed to the newer side of the street where he had a better view of the few older buildings that remained.
The police blamed street violence though the neighborhood was wrong and girl had no known gang involvement.
For working quarters we secured a thirty year old building, recently vacated, on the beautiful main street of Keene.
Loreto Plaza Shopping Center up on State Street isn't a large ...
She walked up the street to a better vantage point, curious to see what he hit.
Her headache was now a migraine, and she shielded her eyes against the light from the street that filtered past her honeycomb blinds.
The images in her mind were of a little boy dying in the street, of Jake's death, of the deaths of many others.
As Dean rolled his Jeep down the main street of Ouray, he caught sight of a familiar figure with a rounded haircut.
Lydia lived in a newly constructed condo on Oak Street as it drifted out of the main body of town and became the back road to neighboring Ridgway, ten miles away.
While the town was bursting at its seams for tomorrow's holiday, the side street where the Deans' inn was located was peacefully quiet.
If anyone knows the whereabouts of Josh, last name unknown, contact Miss Edith Plotke on 6th Street.
The woman turned away and began walking down the street, leaving Faust with a disappointed look on his face.
Driving was out of the question as the mid-morning parade, scheduled to begin in a few minutes, was forming on Main Street, which was now closed to traffic.
The parade marched the length of Main Street, only to reverse itself, ultimately returning to where it had assembled, giving the crowd a double feature and allowing the participants a view of one another.
The afternoon sun was high in the sky, baking the revelers in summer warmth as they clustered around the intersection of Sixth and Main Street, the site of the infamous water fight.
As he started his Jeep, Ginger Dawkins, light blue sweater slung over her arm, came up the street and gave Dean an innocent wave.
Dean returned to Bird Song mid-morning, showered, and walked the three blocks to Diversions, a combination used book store, coffee shop, and local gathering place, on Sixth Street, a half block from Main.
Dean's suggestion about a public Internet connection a block away on Main Street was met with a dumb stare.
Dean left Bird Song on foot, passing up the temptation to drive his Jeep the short distance to the Main Street delicatessen.
How about a shoot-out on Main Street at high noon?
Sheriff Fitzgerald hardly gave Dean enough time to exit his vehicle before tearing off up the street in the direction of the mountain road.
The couple strolled down Seventh Street to the bridge that crossed the Uncompahgre River as it spilled its way down from the mountains.
She continued up Seventh Street and turned south on Main and drove toward the mountains.
"Word on the street is that Darkyn took your power," the other said with a toothy grin.
He went out into the street: two men were running past toward the bridge.
Soldiers were passing in a constant stream along the street blocking it completely, so that Alpatych could not pass out and had to wait.
In a side street near the crossroads where the vehicles had stopped, a house and some shops were on fire.
Seeing that his trap would not be able to move on for some time, Alpatych got down and turned into the side street to look at the fire.
Soldiers were continually rushing backwards and forwards near it, and he saw two of them and a man in a frieze coat dragging burning beams into another yard across the street, while others carried bundles of hay.
When he had ascended the hill and reached the little village street, he saw for the first time peasant militiamen in their white shirts and with crosses on their caps, who, talking and laughing loudly, animated and perspiring, were at work on a huge knoll overgrown with grass to the right of the road.
The sun, just bursting forth from behind a cloud that had concealed it, was shining, with rays still half broken by the clouds, over the roofs of the street opposite, on the dew- besprinkled dust of the road, on the walls of the houses, on the windows, the fence, and on Pierre's horses standing before the hut.
Telling the groom to follow him with the horses, Pierre went down the street to the knoll from which he had looked at the field of battle the day before.
"Here is our commanding officer... ask him," and he pointed to a stout major who was walking back along the street past the row of carts.
She had taken a cab and driven home by a side street and the cabman had told her that the people were breaking open the barrels at the drink store, having received orders to do so.
In Kudrino, from the Nikitski, Presnya, and Podnovinsk Streets came several other trains of vehicles similar to the Rostovs', and as they passed along the Sadovaya Street the carriages and carts formed two rows abreast.