I like to read reviews on Yelp, but only bad reviews. I like to see what sorts of things people find to complain about. It’s just astonishing the things people think matter*. One of the reviews of this place, the Gene Leahy Mall, said “…we misunderstood this to be a shopping mall and kept looking for one until I realized that it was a park.” So, um, yeah: it’s a mall in the same way that the National Mall in D.C. is a mall.
This mall had some very nice water features, especially when the light was getting slanty in the afternoon.
Gene Leahy Mall
*Sometimes, though, things ARE worth complaining about.**
**When I had a career in public transit, a woman called to complain on her bus operator. She reported, “He said ‘good morning’ to me, but he didn’t mean it.” That’s an example of a very funny complaint but one that’s not even worth the time to phone in and report.
The Patient Spouse and I have just returned from a drive across Nebraska, where we visited some of the towns he lived in as a child. This grocery store was there when he was a kid, and I sort of think the very same person still works there as a cashier… The place is closed on Sunday, so we’ll never know for sure.
I’ve been pretty busy at my real job and was starting to get a little twitchy because I hadn’t been out with my camera. Only one thing to do in a situation like that: the work stuff can wait (and indeed. it was still there when I got back on Monday), but that twitchy feeling’s only going to get worse unless I get out and shoot.
I got out my big atlas (The Roads of Texas) and selected a destination, then cross-checked it with a quick Google street-view look, and off I went.
This wasn’t my actual destination*, but it was a nice thing to spot along the way, a clear reminder that Wilson, Texas, used to be able to support a block-long business district.
*A swing set at a tiny crossroads town in Crosby County. That’s what I saw on street-view. Stick around – that photo will post in a few more days…
I’ve lived almost my whole life in the western part of Texas, so I think I know how to read a place accurately and quickly.
Turns out, I’m not as good at that as I thought: I did not think Fort Stockton was the kind of place that would need a tuxedo store…
Fort Stockton, Texas