During my work day I spend a stupid amount of time driving around Houston. Mostly it's the same routes, over and over. The ensuing soviet-strength boredom encourages the narration of my own travelogues (in a really fake English accent), mostly observations of the local streetscape. So...shall we?
My daily path to work takes me down West 11th Street. It's almost always deserted from Seamist to T.C. Jester. What I cant quite figure out is, why this wonderful empty boulevard? It's an esplanade-ed, four lane route to nowhere from nowhere. Which City of Houston beaurocrat thought it was a good idea to spend all that money on a ghost road? There are a few light-industrial warehouses, half productive steel fabricating plants, but other than that... nothing for a longish stretch. There's a city park of 11 acres that was hard won by local civic groups, but even that's rarely used, judging from my daily commute. It's wistful attempt at a patch of native springtime wildflowers does, I must admit, bring a smile. Yep, a wistful smile.
Tall trees, oak and pine; long sweeps of grassy esplanades and not a soul in sight. Inside the loop! Lots and lots of undeveloped land; grassy pastures impatiently waiting for blocks of 3 story condos and strip centers. Why haven't the developers found this forlorn spot and developed the hell out of it? There is undoubtedly some sinister explanation. Isn't there always?
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