To Mr. Carter - 20 gallon cowboy hats are a no! But the missus looks cute in her 1.3 liter cowboy hat. And I'm not averse to cowboy boots.
To Mr. Shirley - yes, the Montrose/Upper Kirby was full of washed-out intersections. I wasn't surprised when a cheap import was stalled out due to the water, but the disabled Volvo and pickup truck made me worry about navigating the city in our car.
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My highly attuned “weirdness” radar had been getting all sorts of hits in Houston. From an abandoned mini-golf course near the 610, a metal penthouse with a weather vane atop it to assorted other objects of interest, H-town has a growing collection of places I need to visit, photograph and cross off my list.
Just the few trips running errands have been rewarded with random sightings while en route and the strangeness that this city has is promising.
Even more so than other places, I feel like there will be some reward for being interested in these places. These places have like-minded fans of such things, and that would be something new for me.
Another present from Houston to me will be our first roller derby bout on Sunday. I wonder if it will be bad form to wear my Atlanta derby shirt. Well, ATL will be representing and the local girls will have to win me over. Something tells me they will! Anyone reading is welcome to introduce themselves at the game (or online); my shirt will have the phrase "Dirty South Derby" on the back.