Streets Of Michigan Ave: A Short Story

The short story The Street of the Canon is about a Hidalgo man that sneaks into the village San Juan Iglesias. Once he is in and at the celebration for the town he charms a girls chaperone into letting him dance with Sarita (the girl). During this dance they talk about three guys who attempted to rob a grave in order to steal a mans bones. After this first dance the stranger asks Sarita to dance the plaza, a sign of marriage in this country during this setting. After she declines everyone circles the table of food to find that there is an opened package. They discovered inside the package is cheese from Hidalgo, and that the stranger had slipped out safely during the distraction, they believed he had left the package of cheese and that he was

The city always seemed to push the stars farther away from the world in the dead of night. Rain had begun to sprinkle downtown and it began to trickle across the top of the parked cars in the street. Vernon was sitting there silently listening to the drizzle outside that sounded like pebbles falling on a tin roof, still thinking about the dreams his been having. The Coffee Cup was like any other diner nestled between apartments and liquor stores. There was seven cut-up stools and behind them against the wall sat a cigarette machine and no smoking sign. The counter was worn from years of service. Two booths sat facing the storefront windows

In a city where it was split between The modest Whites and the dominant Blacks, Where the blue collared rode around patrolling In cars tattooed with blue and black lettering Demanding authority wherever they rode. A little rickety store on the corner Filled with chalked outlines, profanities, and A musty odor was found in the heart of the Ghetto and was everyone in the community’s Favorite place to commerce.

Arriving in the overgrown drive way trees start to crowd your vision, in the middle of all the trees I see an old beach house; that has stayed the same over the 18 years I have been going up there. Grandma is waiting outside on the front porch we all run up to give her a hug, then we go and start unpacking for a week’s worth of relaxing. First thing we do when were done unpacking is go to the old but new play structure. We sit on the swings and look out towards the big blue Michigan Lake. White caps cover most of the water along with passing boats, and some kayakers. Right over the horizon I can see the lights from the town, reaching into the sky. The sun is starting to set; the sky is painted with pink, orange, and yellow.

In this paper, I plan to first describe the “Code of the Street” which is a term coined and a book written by Elijah Anderson. I would also summarize and describe two journal articles that test Anderson’s idea of the “Code of the Street” for a more definite explanation. I will tell how the two articles that I have chosen relates to some of the concepts that Anderson talked about in the book. I will then define general strain theory and social learning or differential association theory. Lastly, I will explain how general strain theory and social learning theory or differential association theory explain some of the behaviors that were seen by the individuals in the book published by Anderson. I will point out some of the individual’s behavior and demonstrate whether it may lead to crime or whether the behavior was learned in any way.

A single lock of his golden-brown hair dips slightly, just enough to tip his eyebrow. As he smiles his frosted, yet cheery blue eyes widen, they glisten under the bright stage lights. He squeezes me gently and I squeeze back. It’s that sad time again when I must say goodbye to my Michigan hero, Ronel.

Amidst the swirling ripple of faceless people meandering around fire hydrants, pedestrian signs, and ragged newspaper stands, he stood; embedded within the relentless stream of continuous people trickling by him. The occasional nudge threatened to dislodge his balance as he gazed across the road where two buildings laden by carmine shaded bricks separated. The same two buildings he walked directly pass early in the dewy morning and late in the brisk evening weather everyday for the past two decades. Surely he knew every wondering power line and dimly lit alley of the surrounding neighborhood? Yet something glimmered from in between the impossibly small gap separating the buildings. His conscious turned from thought to action as he leapt from the scuffed curb and into the high voltage current of traffic without a second

A few hours earlier I had no idea what I was going to be doing with my afternoon. My family and I sat in the car talking, while my mom drove down the freeway. We started to drive into the city, big sky scrapers surrounded us. My mom exited the freeway and headed downtown. I’d only been in Chicago once before, and it had been for a short hour. We drove around until we found a parking garage. I hopped out of the car, stretching my legs. If you have ever been in an underground parking garage you know their cool and can smell pretty awful. Then we headed out to explore.

There I was cooking in one of the four kitchenettes at 540 Beaty Street. The area around me is filled with aromas of garlic spinach, charred tomato’s, and crushed herbs and fingerling potatoes. But it’s missing something, the smell of seared lemon butter halibut. I am busy fileting the piece of fish when my knife slips and slits my index finger on my left hand, right in between the second and third knuckle. Almost instantly blood rushes out like and over flowed damn. My partner Sasha look over after my sudden gasp of pain and cries out “MEDIC!”

Being born in an urban community on the Westside of Indianapolis, during the crack epidemic had its challenges. My mother was recently divorced and we moved in with our grandmother. Luckily her house was big enough to accommodate my mother and 2 siblings. The product of the environment is what people who refer to us as. Something I did not understand until I entered the “real world!”

During the entire class dante was drawing the address 5578 in walnut street, travis would look at him worried his best friend is going crazy. Later on that day it was break travis confronted dante turning him to his direction all dante said repeatedly was “I’m scared help me please!” travis backed away slowly and finally running to his secret hiding spot thinking to himself, then finally it hit him dante was acting strange ever since travis was trying to open the door, this left him thinking if he could open the door again would dante get back to normal or would hr find a secret so unbelievable yet so true it would end up killing the both. Their truly was no other way to find out then to open the door. After school travis got out his sketch

The day was bright and sunny, perfect for the festivities. Everyone in the quaint little town of Black Rock came out for the unveiling. A steady breeze, flowing down from the towering mountains, wove in between those gathered; tussling hair, knocking over the occasional empty drink cup, and stealing children’s balloons if they were careless. The food tables overflowed with every dish imaginable, letting everyone pick from delights as they chose. The hum of a coal barge became background noise as it lumbered up the Kanawha River. It’s crew unaware of the excitement just a stones throw away. As noon approached, everyone gravitated to the bandstand while the local bluegrass band finished their rendition of “Country Roads.”

Once upon a time, there was an a unknown creature named Robert walking down the street. Robert turned the corner and accidentally bumped into Fred the bully. Fred is a big brown talking bear that runs Grape Street. Fred has weird super power that activates when he’s angry. Fred doesn’t know that Robert has unrealistic mind control and can control what anyone does.

Urban, inner-city children who lack strong familial ties are often raised by the code of the streets rather than the counseling and advising of their parents and/or guardians. The code of the streets is deeply damaging to young children as they learn violence as a problem-solving method. “The pervasiveness of violence and intimidation has had a particularly devastating effect on parenting strategies. Inner-city children, from a very early age, now experience fierce social pressure to become sexually active, participate in the drug trade, and display indifference or hostility to formal education.” Violence and intimidation proves more influential on the minds of impressionable youth. The advice of their parents and/or guardians is silenced by the call of the streets. For

«l was thinking about the day you called to tell me you had it,“ Seen an ad for a property on Michigan Ave." He mentioned sitting baq and meeting her eyes. "You were so thrill because the property was facing one of the busiest streets in Chicago, The Magnificent Mile. It Would bring in customers from all walks of life. I came by the same day to check it out with you, and then we stopped by the leasing office to Sign the lease.” He remembered all the details of the day, her excitement still so clear in his mind. She had found the place where