I don’t want an explanation for the bull’s head that looms over an empty storefront along Mack Avenue. The intrigue and mystery are certainly more interesting than any historical account. It seems apparent that the building used to be some sort of carryout joint. One hopes that the remains locked inside are more than a few discarded industrial sinks or some pots and pans.
Like I said, I don’t want the answer. I never got too close. It’s more fun to assume that the bull stands guard over this relatively vacant stretch of the city, and because of its very isolation, still holds a secret or two within.