that afternoon i went out around houston's east end. the east end used to be, essentially, houston. it's where the jobs and the people were. now, it's completely hispanic, and nobody who wasn't born there in the last forty years even knows it exists. (even though it abuts downtown, it's isolated as railroads cut it off from the rest of the city...only a few streets actually cross the tracks heading from the downtown area.) when i drive through it, i feel like i'm in a different country (mexico), and i love it. but it's also interesting for all the physical remnants of what life used to be like there:
texas proud since 1947 (until, i would guess, circa civil rights movement twenty years later).
showroom
sporting goods
kirby lumber record warehouse?
ge nowhere to be found (except in iraq)
central bakery to taqueria
mom's diner. i suspect "mom" hasn't been there for several decades now. the inside says, "welcome to mom's [subscript:] we promise never to forget - you have a choice!"
then just some interesting finds:
this was one of my favorites. even the posts say "seashell" on them. it's one of the world's great mysteries that will forever keep me wondering, i suppose.
the road on which you get to pretend your car is a train
a tiny car i saw from my train
the tiny car's ass end
jesus saves (but doesn't budget)
where i want to live
next door to where i want to live (foresight)
where i want to spend my evenings: el jaripeo
next door to where i want to spend my evenings: el conquistador
that afternoon i went out around houston's east end. the east end used to be, essentially, houston. it's where the jobs and the people were. now, it's completely hispanic, and nobody who wasn't born there in the last forty years even knows it exists. (even though it abuts downtown, it's isolated as railroads cut it off from the rest of the city...only a few streets actually cross the tracks heading from the downtown area.) when i drive through it, i feel like i'm in a different country (mexico), and i love it. but it's also interesting for all the physical remnants of what life used to be like there:
texas proud since 1947 (until, i would guess, circa civil rights movement twenty years later).
showroom
sporting goods
kirby lumber record warehouse?
ge nowhere to be found (except in iraq)
central bakery to taqueria
mom's diner. i suspect "mom" hasn't been there for several decades now. the inside says, "welcome to mom's [subscript:] we promise never to forget - you have a choice!"
then just some interesting finds:
this was one of my favorites. even the posts say "seashell" on them. it's one of the world's great mysteries that will forever keep me wondering, i suppose.
the road on which you get to pretend your car is a train
a tiny car i saw from my train
the tiny car's ass end
jesus saves (but doesn't budget)
where i want to live
next door to where i want to live (foresight)
where i want to spend my evenings: el jaripeo
next door to where i want to spend my evenings: el conquistador
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