There’s just not that much going on in town. But if you’ve got a handicapped parking permit, you can at least count on being able to park right in front of this vacant building.

That’s pretty helpful, I guess.

(Don’t get me wrong: when I take my dad places, I have a handicapped parking permit. You’d be surprised, though, at the number of times that we can’t use it, because the designated handicapped spaces are already full. Also, the Americans with Disabilities Act requires tactile surfaces on ramps; these are usually truncated cones cast in the concrete. I understand why they help visually impaired persons know they are on a ramp. But for 90-year-old men with walkers, these tactile surfaces are virtually impassable, and are quite annoying. In case you were wondering my opinion on the matter.)

Liberty Hill, Texas
photographed 3.9.2013