After a wet and windy night I awoke to what appeared to be clearing skies. I took advantage of the opportunity by giving the dogs their walk, then heading out to walk myself. Here’s how that went down in pictures:
I hoofed it on over to Arizona for a breakfast featuring SOS. I asked the waitress if she knew what the SOS on the menu stood for. She said she didn’t remember and when I told her she laughed and said “that’s right!”. And when she delivered my order she announced “here’s your shit on a shingle sir…” Nicely done!It was high tide on the beach……which means the rain washed all the trash that folks throw on the streets into the drains. Then into the rivers to wind up in the bay. Only to ultimately be deposited on the sand. Disgusting. At least the Arizona crew had raked their share into a pile.After breakfast I continued my walk through a pretty typical squatter residential neighborhood here in Barretto. This is Abra Street. I looked in vain for a cross street called Cadabra. I guess it disappeared. Just like magic. *ahem*And here we have the infamous National Highway. Not so bad during daylight and after rush hour. But it claimed another victim last night… That’s “Canadian Joe” in the foreground. I didn’t know him personally but he was long time resident and very active in the pool leagues. Died crossing the highway near a local watering hole called Dynamite Dicks. Ironically, he was hit by a police vehicle. 81 years old. I’ve got to give the guy credit for living life to its fullest. Here’s hoping I’m still walking the streets, cruising the bars, and doing the things I enjoy at his age. RIP Joe.Continuing my walk, I passed the Rizal Street Market. Fresh meat, fish, and vegetables. Usually covered in flies, but hey, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?Mother Nature being the bitch trickster that she is, saw fit to have it start raining again. I took a short cut up these stairs and through the squatter town next to subdivision…Life is what you make of it and life goes on regardless of whether you are rich or poor. People are always friendly to me when I pass through. I like to hand out candy to the kids here occasionally. The family I “adopted” also lives in this neighborhood. Mama was outside when I came by but was shy about pictures…You can see my house from there…the yellow one behind the trees…And here’s how things looked FROM my house once I got in out of the rain.
And finally, Facebook has been burning up with people posting photos using an app that shows how you’ll look in twenty years. I finally relented and gave it a try*:
Bastards!
*I hope it is obvious I’m joking about using that app. I almost never play those games and as it turns out, with good reason. Beware the Borg!
And for goodness sake, be careful out there!
Ok, if you fall to your death once, well that can happen to anybody. Twice? Ok, maybe a little bad luck. But three times? That’s on you. (as seen on Facebook)
The tide is high but I’m holding on I’m gonna be your number one I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no
It’s not the things you do that tease and wound me bad But it’s the way you do the things you do to me
I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no
The tide is high but I’m holding on I’m gonna be your number one Number one, number one
2 thoughts on “SOS!”
That National Highway doesn’t look any worse than Route 1 as it passes through my old neighborhood in Alexandria, VA.
I guess Canadian Joe only just died? Sorry to hear it.
One day, you’ll find Cadabra Street, I’m sure. Or at least Chupacabra Street.
Yeah, the difference is Americans tend to obey most traffic laws and normal safe driving practices. Not so much here. Vehicles passing on the shoulder where I’m walking is one of my pet peeves. Pedestrians are low man on the totem pole–you are expected to get out of THEIR way.
Canadian Joe got squashed just a couple of nights ago.
I hope I never see a Chupacabra on ANY street! Stay away from me Satan!
That National Highway doesn’t look any worse than Route 1 as it passes through my old neighborhood in Alexandria, VA.
I guess Canadian Joe only just died? Sorry to hear it.
One day, you’ll find Cadabra Street, I’m sure. Or at least Chupacabra Street.
Yeah, the difference is Americans tend to obey most traffic laws and normal safe driving practices. Not so much here. Vehicles passing on the shoulder where I’m walking is one of my pet peeves. Pedestrians are low man on the totem pole–you are expected to get out of THEIR way.
Canadian Joe got squashed just a couple of nights ago.
I hope I never see a Chupacabra on ANY street! Stay away from me Satan!