February 9, 2002
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Finally getting around to showing some of the fotos I took in Houston in December.
Near where my parents live, is a place to get hot dogs. Not just any hot dogs, but James Coney Island hot dogs. I had already wolfed down one before I thought to take the picture.
To get from their place to James, you have to cross the Sam Houston Tollway. The tollway used to be known as Highway 8. Where these dozen or so lanes of submerged transit are, there used to be a wide green space with lots of trees and two two-lane roads, one each direction, on either side. At least, back when I was a kid. Things change, not always for the better.
This is a sign on the same bridge as the previous picture.
Now. James Coney Island is at the intersection of two roads. At that intersection, there is a traffic light. Note: No sidewalks. Curb cut, but no where for a wheelchair to go (in fact, there’s a BRICK WALL!). Buttons for pedestrians to push for the signal, but no way to get to it without trampling some landscaping. You may think this is an isolated situation, but all four corners of the intersection are like this. In fact, ALL OF HOUSTON is like this. If you got no car, you ain’t nobody.
