I try to see both sides of the debate. Like theirs, my decision is personal but every one needs to have that choice regardless of where you stand. I am happy to be able to share their views like I did on the opposing groups.
There are many reasons to live in Texas. No state income tax would probably rank right up there at the top of the list. Beyond that, Texans are just plain fun-loving and hard-working people. Here are those that made the afternoon just plain fun for a few moments during the day.
Well, this is the old West, don't you see. This one didn't start with the two men standing back to back and taking 20 paces where they turned around and shot at each other. This was a modern era duel. A duel of cameras between a Canon owner and mine---An Olympus!!
After de-training at the St. Paul Station, I walked back to Thanksgiving Square. My initial image of the spiral of stained glass needed to be updated. The reason: the lighting of the center focal point of the spiral is a ring of lights. They have now been updated to LED and the difference from the old is amazing. Maybe a bit to bright, but the electrician said to me that they are on rheostats and can be turned down.
After leaving Thanksgiving Square Chapel, I walked up the street from the train station and got some images of the old US Post Office and Court House building. The old images that I had from years ago needed to be updated too. The building is an amazing building of architecture and detail. On Federal, going toward Federal plaza, the row of postal delivery trucks are lined up for nearly the entire length of Federal. Rather impressive display, too.
If, at the light I turned left, I would pass right by the massive fountain at the beautiful plaza at the New First Baptist Church addition beside and behind the old downtown church. One of the larger Main Stream Churches in the US. The senior pastor at First Baptist is Dr. Robert Jeffress. He is an authors and also a Fox News Contributor.
Since I had photographed the fountain before, I was going to cross the street
and turn back toward the train station so that I could get a clear
shot of the that side of the US Post Office and Court House. The far
side had the power lines for the trains and it would have messed up the
image. When the light turned and I started crossing the street, I see a
family of several people walking toward me. I noticed as they walked
past me that one had a Canon camera. I said to him, "when you gonna
trade in the thing and get a real camera?" He stopped, his father seeing
what was going on with a smile from ear to ear, someone ask me." what
kind of camera do you have?". "Olympus, I replied." The next thing I
knew, his camera came up to his eye as he focused. I had to do the same. The
duel occurred, we laughed, the family continued on and I went into the
Trolley Stop Cafe and had fantastic late morning breakfast.
After the duel it was breakfast
Well, despite the threat of triple digit heat ( like a thunderstorm, that threat is now here) it was up and out the door with only a sausage patty and English muffin to fuel my trip down town. By nine-thirty, it was revisiting Thanksgiving Square. My, how that place has changed.
The gardens are beautiful, the fountains were clean, the lightening that hit the trio of bells that were cast in the same foundry where the Liberty Bell was cast, has long been a known fact but I had never paid as much to detail until today. The electrician was working on the mechanisms and hopefully, they will soon sound again. I love the echos of big bells bounding off the buildings. There is just something about hearing them that sends chills up my spine and I have heard some amazing bells toll in a few places in this old word. About a month ago I was outside Cathedral Shrine of the Virgin of Gaudalupe not many blocks from where I visited these bells when they went into an amazing peeling that lasted nearly 25-minutes. I have a whole 2-seconds on my phone before I shut down the phone to save power. But I still listen to it from time to time to remind me I need to record the entire peel from start to finish. Somehow, the amount of time in the day seems to grow more shore each day.
Then, while walking toward the old Post Office and US Court House for a history lesson cut in stone, I was waiting at the light on Federal Street when I spotted this cafe that I had never seen there before. It looked interesting and I was ready for my first cup of coffee since I had missed it to get out the door by 7:30 this morning. The light changed and I crossed the street and stopped outside to door where I could read a menu posted. Walking through the door, I missed a step that was clearly marked, " Watch your Step". A lady, came from around the corner. "I just dropped in", I said to her. Immediately she ask if I was Okay. Which, I was and walked behind her to the counter to order.
The breakfast platter was delivered to my table in great time and long story short, the toast was super (yes, there is a quality were super falls on toast. The eggs were over light just like I like them, the hash browns where supper hot---again, just like I like them and the sausage patty was quality and cooked very well. When it came time to order a drink, I passed on coffee. To hot outside. A prime dehydrator not needed for the rest of my trip. So, like I have done in the past when I visited Toluca, Mexico I also ordered a Coke. So with the bells and architecture I had photographed this morning, I felt like I had been traveling again and therefore, that's my story on the coffee vs. the Coke with breakfast and historically, that's my excuse for a coke for late morning breakfast and I'm sticking to it!
Now, a picture is work a thousand words and this picture is worth every bit of that and probably more because the food was super, the service was outstanding and I will make an effort to return to this place again and here is a few pictures as proof that the Trolley Stop Cafe has a real live M Line that passes their door.
Outside the canvas awning tells it all at St. Paul and Federal
It's a far flung annual event in Dallas. Millions of tons of Saharan dust from the third largest desert on earth is casting the sky over Dallas in that orange haze in the upper atmosphere and Texas Heat.
This afternoon, I actually burned my hand on my house door knob. It only took a few minutes for the sun beating down on the front door to heat up the door knob. The last time that I got a good burn on my hand was after touring the then, Budweiser Plant, in St. Louis. I unlocked the doors and then set down in the driver's seat. With out thinking, I took hold of the steering wheel. Second degree burns was the result of that situation from a couple of decades ago. And, like then, I never gave a thought that reaching for the door knob would be a like situation. The angle of the sun came over the brick wall of my gate entrance to the porch. It heated the door know that quickly. Less than ten minutes of watering my plants was enough. My hand is still very red at this writing.
The thermometer on my porch read 108°F then reached 112°F. At about 8 P.M. CDT the needle was still pointing at the 100° F mark. It's going to be 99-102 +/- for the rest of the week. I will not be going out until this high pressure that is parked over us decides to move to the Atlantic where the regular Bermuda high normally parks.
Firday, it was a day to visit the Farmer's Branch Rose Garden. I missed peak of some of the roses by a couple of weeks. Now, that I know how to complete that part of the wagon wheel route, I'll be back! The place is amazing with a wide canal that meanders through the southern side of the garden. When I was ready to make my return trip my bus was late. The stop was in the direct sun so I crossed over to the median which is tree lined and shady. There was another stop directly across from where I had been in the sun and where I was in the median. Which ever bus came first was going to be my bus back to the rail station. As it turned out, the bus that I got was not going to transit center where I wanted to go. The trains were down from downtown to Mockingbird because of the maintenance on the tunnels. The schedules were really jammed so I rode the next bus going north because I was so hot. I didn't need a heat stroke for sure As it turned out, the trip up north and back to the train station was about an hour. When I got back to the rail station, I stepped off the cooling station bus I rode to cool down and stepped onto the bus that pulled up within four minutes of my de busing. It took me to Addison transit and then cross town to the Spring Valley station that was an 8 minute ride home. It is just to early to have this crazy heat wave. The bad part is that one the retired senior weather guys explained correctly that usually when the spring is extremely dry, we tend to get 30-40 days of 100 plus temps. Last year we had 8 days the weather guy said.
Spring and Fall have always been my best time for images any way and now, the spring was cut short with half of May in the upper 90s. It's gonna be a long hot summer.
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Patricia Kathryn
Her Urn will sit next to our son KP's urn
She was, and remains in my heart, the love of my life.
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