A wythe is a continuous vertical section of masonry one unit in thickness. A wythe may be independent of, or interlocked with, the adjoining wythe(s). A single wythe of brick that is not structural in nature is referred to as a veneer.
A multiple-wythe masonry wall may be composed of a single type of masonry unit layered to increase its thickness and structural strength, or different masonry units chosen by function, such as an economical concrete block serving a structural purpose and a more expensive brick chosen for its appearance.
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A wythe is a continuous vertical section of masonry.
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Coordinates: 37°0′11.6″N 76°22′39.8″W / 37.003222°N 76.377722°W Wythe is a neighborhood in Hampton, Virginia. The Wythe neighborhood is named after one of the original signers of the United States Declaration of Independence, George Wythe. The oldest historic portion of the Wythe neighborhood in Hampton, Va is called Olde Wythe.
The Wythe neighborhood of Hampton, Virginia, lies along the waters edge of Hampton Roads, at the end of Virginia's Lower Peninsula. Hampton settled in 1610, is the oldest continuously inhabited English-speaking city in the United States. At one time, Wythe was part of rural Elizabeth City County, one of the first eight Colonial Virginia counties, whose seat was Hampton. The Civil War Battle of the Ironclads happened right off Wythe's shores. Newport News railroads and shipyard and Hampton Seafood industries and military installations fueled growth in the Lower Peninsula from 1880 through World War II. Residential development began in Wythe in the 20th century with the streetcar and continued through the social and business heyday of the 1950s. Today it is a neighborhood of charming architecture, lovely waterside views, and a promising future as new generations take up the challenge of preserving a rich heritage.
[Roger's theme]
When a man is running from his boss
Who hold a gun that fires "cost"
And people die from being cold
Or left alone because they're old
And bombs are dropped on fighting cats
And children's dreams are run with rats
If you complain you disappear
Just like the lesbians and queers
No one can love without the grace
Of some unseen and distant face
And you get beaten up by blacks
Who though they worked still got the sack
And when your soul tells you to hide
Your very right to die denied
And in the battle on the streets
You fight computers and receipts
And when a man is trying to change
But only causes further pain
You realize that all along
Something in us going wrong...
You stop dancing.