I know I haven't posted all week and ya'll are probably wasting away from a lack of the strong intellectual nourishment that flows like a river from this blog.
Or you've been as busy as me and haven't noticed.
In addition to my four year old muggin' in the backseat of my car, my week has been full of little surprises and stories. I also realized it's been a long time since I posted some pics. from the hood so I thought I'd start there and see where that takes us.
It was a beautiful day yesterday so I took some shots on our way home from school. My kids were mortified but I figure that this is just the beginning of the multitude of ways in which I will humiliate my children over the course of their lives.
This is one of the taco stands in our neighborhood. The tacos are divine and, in fact, I have planned, in the near future, an entire post dedicated to the tacos of West Dallas. I'm not bragging but one such taco stand in the hood, appealingly located inside a gas station, was voted the "Best Tacos in Texas" by Texas Monthly Magazine.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it whydon'tcha.
These two photos were shot in front of some homes that have not realized that, although bulk trash is supposed to come to our neighborhood the third week of every month, they never actually make it across the bridge. Most of the stuff is eventually stolen and used for...I don't know...something useful, like building a 'trap' which is the new slang word for 'crack house'.
See what I mean by intellictual nourishment?
This is one of the many hair salons/barber shops. I'm going to lay it all out there now and tell you I have never had my hair cut here or at any of the hair establishments in the hood. Dea and Darius go bi-weekly but so far, they've refused to take me with them. Oh, to be a fly on the wall. I wonder if I gave them $8.00 on a Tuesday, would they let me just to sit in a chair for an hour or two and listen? Maybe if I promised not to say anything or try to dance.
Here's a couple of the 146 churches in the three square miles that make up West Dallas. Do you think I'm exaggerating that number? Think again.
I love this street sign. Sometime, back in the day, when the powers that be were naming the streets, someone hoped for more from this community.
I have no idea where Vilbig comes from but it's a pretty interesting street to drive down. But not late at night. Never late at night. I'm just sayin'.
Our delightful tour through West Dallas was topped off by our neighbor ridding the leaves from his lawn with a leaf blower. He is a fairly overweight man and had his shirt off. And, to my and my children's surprise, both of his nipples are pierced with giant hoops. Oh, the things you wish you didn't know. My children were screaming, "Mom! Take a picture! Take a picture!" but, in the interest of, oh, I don't know, not repulsing my friends, I decided against it.
Now for the fun stuff!
Who of you can name the historical significance of this establishment located right here in the hood? Leave your best guess in the comments and I'll post the answer in a few days.
Hannah, you can't answer.
Ya'll have a great weekend!