Julie stands on the desolate sidewalk, staring at her feet. Even though it is midday, the sidewalk is barren, except for Julie who is pondering her life decisions while continuing to stare at her toes. The rattling sound of a trolley car on an abandoned track breaks her from her trance. The trolley cars are only dragged out for an overpaying resident or tourist, “who want the full effect of town,” making them a rare sight. She looks up and squints her eyes to see an old wooden trolley car, covered in cracking paints in various pastels. It clearly has been sitting in a city yard for a while, aging in silence. In the center of the trolley car’s paint job is a fresh sticker proclaiming, “You’re Next!” To Julie’s dismay, the second line says, “Forever Young.”
