Memories of Sago Lane: Part 2 – The Friendship Inn
In the distant fog of time, Sago Lane is stripped off its roadside garbage, foul smelling drains, grimy potholes, and walkways littered with puddle of mashed cigarette butts. I was reminded of this after watching some short archival films and photographs of the street in the sixties. Litter was everywhere. I saw a film clip of rainwater draining all kinds of muck and dross on the road while a woman kneeled on the road in prayer. It really jerked my…