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Daisy wrote:Lonely Andre, are you still drunk? Nice to see the Florida sky again, I was just missing it yesterday. Tramp and I have been in Boston, just got home. Are you really on your own for a MONTH?
Oh no Not today.......was yesterday....... I will try to sleep early today.
And yes! i will be on my own for a month.....WOW!! nice challenge for a lazy bone like me....
will be ok.......thanks for ask.....BTW your present is on risk.. yum..
Andre.
Vanishing America
Vanishing America
Tramp,
The America we love is vanishing. Some, like Waltz’s, just close, to become ghosts of the past. Others, like the Tucson Barrio, are replaced by Urban Renewal Projects.
Some of us build our memories into our model railroads. I really admired Jon's slum neighborhood. I hope there is a place for it in his new railroad.
I see word images of local weather in your writing. If I had a talent for writing, it might go something like this:
Tramp,
The America we love is vanishing. Some, like Waltz’s, just close, to become ghosts of the past. Others, like the Tucson Barrio, are replaced by Urban Renewal Projects.
Some of us build our memories into our model railroads. I really admired Jon's slum neighborhood. I hope there is a place for it in his new railroad.
I see word images of local weather in your writing. If I had a talent for writing, it might go something like this:
----Wayne----
Back when I was growing up, if you didn't start someth'n, there wouldn't be noth'n.
--Merle Haggard
Back when I was growing up, if you didn't start someth'n, there wouldn't be noth'n.
--Merle Haggard
LOL Wayne!
Tucson Barrio....Barrio means Neighborhood...
I remember the Barrio was considered when have Bakery, drugstore, hardwhare store, barber, movie theater, small park (plaza), grocery store
and butcher...and you don't need to walk more than 3 block to find 'em.
fresh food every day....fresh bread every morning!!! wow!
Andre.
Tucson Barrio....Barrio means Neighborhood...
I remember the Barrio was considered when have Bakery, drugstore, hardwhare store, barber, movie theater, small park (plaza), grocery store
and butcher...and you don't need to walk more than 3 block to find 'em.
fresh food every day....fresh bread every morning!!! wow!
Andre.
Re: Vanishing America
webenda wrote:Vanishing America
Speaking of "vanishing" ... remember Drive-in-Movie Theaters?
I was reading my hometown paper last week and there was an article about the last drive-in theater closing.
It brought back a lot of memories.
At one time there was over 400 drive-ins in Florida and now there are only 5 left according to the newspaper.
GP
Last edited by GP on Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:47 am, edited 1 time in total.
AG wrote:LOL Wayne!
Tucson Barrio....Barrio means Neighborhood...
I remember the Barrio was considered when have Bakery, drugstore, hardwhare store, barber, movie theater, small park (plaza), grocery store
and butcher...and you don't need to walk more than 3 block to find 'em.
fresh food every day....fresh bread every morning!!! wow!
Andre.
Andre,
That was a simpler time when neighborhoods really were neighborhoods.
The big boxes now like Walmart and Target don't want you to walk 3 blocks in your neighborhood ...
they got all those things (Bakery, drugstore, hardware store, grocery store) in their "big box".
GP
GP wrote:AG wrote:LOL Wayne!
Tucson Barrio....Barrio means Neighborhood...
I remember the Barrio was considered when have Bakery, drugstore, hardwhare store, barber, movie theater, small park (plaza), grocery store
and butcher...and you don't need to walk more than 3 block to find 'em.
fresh food every day....fresh bread every morning!!! wow!
Andre.
Andre,
That was a simpler time when neighborhoods really were neighborhoods.
The big boxes now like Walmart and Target don't want you to walk 3 blocks in your neighborhood ...
they got all those things (Bakery, drugstore, hardware store, grocery store) in their "big box".
GP
this is the point.....when you walk 3 or more blocks you begin to meet people and make friends.....today can you meet someone at walmart or any other big store....?
I don't think so.....
you take your car from your garage to the big store parking lot and vice versa....the chance to meet somebody 0%
Andre.
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Re: Vanishing America
GP wrote:webenda wrote:Vanishing America
Speaking of "vanishing" ... remember Drive-in-Movie Theaters?
I was reading my hometown paper last week and there was an article about the last drive-in theater closing.
It brought back a lot of memories.
At one time there was over 400 drive-ins in Florida and now there are only 5 left according to the newspaper.
GP
Drive-In theaters, sometimes referred to as "Finger Bowl", "Passion Pit" and of course the back row as "Zipper Whoa".
Tramp, I sincerely hope you've become a hometown hero.
That was very well-written and all too sadly poignant.
Maybe it takes people of a certain age, who have had chance to know how it feels to suffer a loss, to be able to appreciate how, once something is gone, it is gone forever.
We've certainly had our share in Pennsylvania. Individual gas stations yield to Sheetz's, mom-and-pop diners surrender to McDonalds and Burger King, 15 in-town stores fall to one Super Wal-Mart, town lumber yards and hardware stores to Home Depot's and Lowe's. It leaves every town with empty storefronts that look like missing-teeth in a brave but half-hearted smile.
Everybody loses, yet so many... TOO many... know not what.
I had to drive to McAlisterville today to the IH dealership to pick up some seals. I took my oldest son Evan with me. It gets very rural, and is as yet fairly immune, as the franchises gravitate to populated areas so they can garner their biggest profits. Nevertheless, we drove through a town past a beautiful old wooden hotel that advertised "Dinner and cocktails", but as we passed it, in the main window was a sign saying "Closed. For Sale".
We did stop for lunch at that cafe made in an old gas station, pictures of which I've posted here. Happily, it is still in business, and after a kick-ass lunch in a kick-ass diner, Evan and I talked about 'quality' versus 'quantity/cheap/quick' on the ride home. Hopefully us parents can get a seed started in our kids.
I like to think I'm doing some small piece, in paying for restoration projects that cost way more than my tractor is worth, in a tractor that was a foolish decision to purchase, for being so deficient in horsepower. I'd have done much better with a brand-new closed-canopied air-conditioned Kubota, so I buy a 59 year-old collaboration of American cast iron. What drives those sorts of decisions? But what I would have lost, in experience, inspiration, involvement, and soul! Same with Hev and Penn with their tractors, San with his camper, you with your Chevy. Luckily, we are a small subset of any local population, with like-hearted yearnings, who gather their collections for the common satisfactions and appreciations, and while the Tide cannot be stopped from rolling over us all, at least we can all do some small part.
Like the good hobo said, maybe we're all searching.
That was very well-written and all too sadly poignant.
Maybe it takes people of a certain age, who have had chance to know how it feels to suffer a loss, to be able to appreciate how, once something is gone, it is gone forever.
We've certainly had our share in Pennsylvania. Individual gas stations yield to Sheetz's, mom-and-pop diners surrender to McDonalds and Burger King, 15 in-town stores fall to one Super Wal-Mart, town lumber yards and hardware stores to Home Depot's and Lowe's. It leaves every town with empty storefronts that look like missing-teeth in a brave but half-hearted smile.
Everybody loses, yet so many... TOO many... know not what.
I had to drive to McAlisterville today to the IH dealership to pick up some seals. I took my oldest son Evan with me. It gets very rural, and is as yet fairly immune, as the franchises gravitate to populated areas so they can garner their biggest profits. Nevertheless, we drove through a town past a beautiful old wooden hotel that advertised "Dinner and cocktails", but as we passed it, in the main window was a sign saying "Closed. For Sale".
We did stop for lunch at that cafe made in an old gas station, pictures of which I've posted here. Happily, it is still in business, and after a kick-ass lunch in a kick-ass diner, Evan and I talked about 'quality' versus 'quantity/cheap/quick' on the ride home. Hopefully us parents can get a seed started in our kids.
I like to think I'm doing some small piece, in paying for restoration projects that cost way more than my tractor is worth, in a tractor that was a foolish decision to purchase, for being so deficient in horsepower. I'd have done much better with a brand-new closed-canopied air-conditioned Kubota, so I buy a 59 year-old collaboration of American cast iron. What drives those sorts of decisions? But what I would have lost, in experience, inspiration, involvement, and soul! Same with Hev and Penn with their tractors, San with his camper, you with your Chevy. Luckily, we are a small subset of any local population, with like-hearted yearnings, who gather their collections for the common satisfactions and appreciations, and while the Tide cannot be stopped from rolling over us all, at least we can all do some small part.
Like the good hobo said, maybe we're all searching.
Pete, I wish you'd send that to the paper as a response to my column.
Remember this?
Brick downtowns like dry husks with vacant lots of dead weeds reminding him of missing front teeth. Whole blocks covered over by flat attempts at modernization: the updates during the sixties and seventies had not been kind. By contrast, the glorious curved neon of the twenties and thirties: Hotel, Cafe, Drugs, Hardware, Liquors, and Lounge, still ornamented many facades with arrows, waves, swirls and stars. Sometimes the old movie house hadn’t been boarded up, but mostly, the strategically placed mall with its Cineplex had already sucked but a trickle of life from the wan main streets. Brick walls reclaimed faded billboards; metal water towers rose elegantly like silver rockets, the town’s name in simple black letters sometimes illegible with graffiti; grocery stores and gas stations were mostly modern blots with careless graphics, yet occasionally, homely with forgotten hope, mascoted by dinosaurs, Pegasuses, seashells, stars, and flames. He imagined all the people living in each of the towns; each person overwhelmed by need, want, and fear.
Remember this?
Brick downtowns like dry husks with vacant lots of dead weeds reminding him of missing front teeth. Whole blocks covered over by flat attempts at modernization: the updates during the sixties and seventies had not been kind. By contrast, the glorious curved neon of the twenties and thirties: Hotel, Cafe, Drugs, Hardware, Liquors, and Lounge, still ornamented many facades with arrows, waves, swirls and stars. Sometimes the old movie house hadn’t been boarded up, but mostly, the strategically placed mall with its Cineplex had already sucked but a trickle of life from the wan main streets. Brick walls reclaimed faded billboards; metal water towers rose elegantly like silver rockets, the town’s name in simple black letters sometimes illegible with graffiti; grocery stores and gas stations were mostly modern blots with careless graphics, yet occasionally, homely with forgotten hope, mascoted by dinosaurs, Pegasuses, seashells, stars, and flames. He imagined all the people living in each of the towns; each person overwhelmed by need, want, and fear.
That a life will be spent gaining inches,
When this distance is read in miles.
When this distance is read in miles.
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