I frequent Ninth Street, stopping by The Regulator Bookshop, grabbing coffee at Market Street and lunch at Banh’s. But I’ve been going down their with more mindfulness lately, to gather string, as we say in the journalism world, for a future story about the historic street.

Last week I heard yipping. Not barking. Yipping. At construction workers, kids, any passerby. Apparently these three dogs, dressed like jailbirds, were impatiently waiting for their owner to return.

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