Not sure you can begin a South Carolina walk with a more South Carolina-y scene (Palmetto tree sadly fallen & out of picture)
Cliche #2
Still smells of dank tobacco from dank blunts
Gonna invade North Carolina with a granite phalanx
The Bull! Only slightly rebranded since I was a teen trying to get drunk for cheap
😶
Is there like a Mason-Dixon Line for water towers vs reservoirs?
Fallen in line of duty
Cotton fields, train tracks, power line, water tower. just waiting to be turned into bad song
Perfecting Lives Tabernacle
Old Labor union? Or some fraternal order of whatever. Or both?
At least the sidewalk crew tried. Better than most places I been
Damn fly over America and their, uh, bespoke breweries making over hopped IPAs
Long been My fav street sign. Probably because of the distress bolts shooting out from truck
Finding the Black community in a southern town (Florence is 60% black) means finding what side of the train tracks is lower & easily flooded
Mr Patel, owner of the store, thought I was taking pictures to sue and claim ownership of the store. Which he says has happened before 😔
Retired pumps sitting around shooting the shit all day
Southern game: clothes line or cross?
Deep in Biden country
Deep in Biden Country 2
Part 3
Think it is conveniently forgotten by elite activist in both parties just how religious working class Blacks are
Southern Cliche alert!
Metaphor alert!
Hard to see in pic (but easy to smell in real life) but local railroad workers having their lunch break with homemade bbq
Took a lot of weird effort to get this pic, which didn’t really come out, & I have nothing clever to say about. But I put in the effort damn it. Not going to waste
Dude running home to do cannibalism
Absolutely Great mural. Straight into my, uh, lungs
History! To be all educated-y
More history!
Want that welcome mat
Ps: everyone in Black part of Florence seems to be a Cowboys fan? Any historical reason?
Man does the neighborhood ever quickly change once you cross the tracks out of the “traditional Black neighborhood”
Ok. Battery dying, huge rainstorm approaching. Gonna have to stop posting & make my way home early. Enjoy!
Lot nicer (& extremely friendly) town than it seems from interstate exits
Just hard working journalist documenting overlooked wheel country
Metaphor alert!
Not sure what this architectural style is, but it feels very small southern town 60s
So bland it’s art
Sherwin Williams logo, when you really look at it, is kinda gross
Yard blow ups been taken to a whole new level
Forget Wawa vs Sheetz, when there is Cruizers
This is a good logo. Take note Sherwin Williams
So. Because of rain & battery dying I ordered ahead at the closest place, a Starbucks. When I got there lobby was closed, &!they had run out of large cups
But the manager felt bad for wet me, let me in (not enough employees showed up today), & gave me two medium coffees! Yeah!
I talk up McDonald’s a lot on here, but I have had nothing but great experiences with Starbucks. Employees are universally sweet, helpful, & go out of way to do their best
Ps: the absurdity of four employees working their asses off while wearing masks in an otherwise completely empty store (drive through only)
Sitting out rain trying to think what to write about Florence. Obvious is friendliness, especially in Black neighborhoods. That isn’t very deep though.
I guess, like in Buffalo & Indianapolis, what strikes me is how livable it is, especially compared to the elites image of it
Also. Just how a diverse city of “normies” being normal is so weird & confusing to the Front row.
How very very little that Front row gets right about these places. That is My continued frustration
Ps: the thing about using labels like normies, or fly-overs, or whatever, is how it always ends up being a stigmatizing or condescending term.
Because that is how it is almost always used by the Front row.
There is no term you can use that doesn’t become that
Enough punditing. Back to regular schedule silliness & pics
A+ logo.
You know the song…
I'm at the Huddle house (what?)
I'm at the Amoco (what?)
I'm at the combination Huddle House and Amoco.
Also. Is there a worse second fiddle than Huddle House to Waffle House.
The dreary corner is less dreary with a dreary Palm tree.
30-ish yrs ago me & my wife got stuck in Florence because of a snow storm & we went to the food lion & when we got back to our room there was a 20-20 (or dateline) episode about hidden footage of mislabeled meat at Food Lion
I think this is the same one we shopped at 30 yrs ago!
Cotton looks very cotton-y
Scrubby!!!!!
America stills makes things. Lots
You know the song
I am at the victory temple….
This is a church. Not an office park, or an accounting firm, but a church
At my most cynical I think American economy runs on an endless cycle of making $’s getting people addicted, then more $’s treating their addictions, then getting them addicted again..
And so on and so on.
I hope there Xmas party is dry
Never know what you will find while walking
Thanks everyone. Rain cut it down to 10 miles. Somewhere I dropped $60 bucks out of my pocket. Hope whoever finds it enjoys it.
Hope it was gutter man.
Time to dry off, write, then go get the $5 32 ounce draft Dos Equis
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Since I walk about 3 hours a day, I try a lot of audiobooks & podcasts and so I stumbled onto this weird podcast about the history of rock music and after five minutes I was about to eject it because it sounded like it was made by a crazy guy in his basement, but his absolute dedication, encyclopedic knowledge, and understated enthusiasm for the history of the rock music won me over and now I think it might be the best podcast ever.
I’ve never seen a better example of amateur professionalism. No corporation would allow him to make the choices he has made, and that is a such great thing because his intense passion is on full display
Believe me. Give it thirty minutes. You are going to want to eject after two. Stick with it.
Bishkek (Kyrgyzstan) is one of the most unique cities I've walked. Almost zero tourist, because very few people even know it exists.
I wouldn't recommend it for someone looking for a relaxing vacation, but if you want to really feel your in a different place, a bit detached from the rest of the world, it's safe, inexpensive, and interesting
About ten miles outside of Bishkek is a 3 square mile market, built, lego like, from shipping containers.
Almost entirely self-regulated, it started after fall of USSR as a place to swap goods -- where they came from, and how, nobody asked, or cared
Slapped down in the middle of an otherwise bland neighborhood of mud roads and single homes it's now Central Asia’s largest marketplace.
A complex of stores inside freight containers selling anything and everything you want: Toys, TVs, Jeans, Bras, Bikes, Spices, Trinkets, X-mas decorations, Tools, Gas Masks, Hijabs, Watches, Wall clocks, Slippers, Shampoo, Stuffed Animals, and on and on.
All of it imported from China, Russia, Afghanistan, Uzbekistan, South Korea, India, Iran, etc. Carrying on, in a very modern way, Kyrgyzstan’s Silk Road tradition.
It’s a microcosm of our very material global supply chain world. A visceral picture of how our world of stuff works. How the clothes we wear, the food we eat, the things that fill our homes, come from all over, shipped across the globe in rectangular metal boxes.
It has it's own restaurants, a mosque, and keeps expanding.
Traveling to places like Bishkek has helped me understand history better. Not from going to museums, or historical sites, but from seeing how people physically live, especially those without a lot of money.
The marketplaces of Bishkek, or Istanbul, are not that removed from the marketplaces of ancient Rome, or Paris in the middle ages. They are crowded, loud, busy, colorful, communal, and self-organized. Or to put it simply, messy.
When you go to a historical monument, like the ruins of an ancient building, or a preserved cathedral or mosque, you get the entirely wrong image of the past. You see quiet, dignified, empty, sterile spaces. Places where you are scared to touch something. Places where people walk around in hushed voices.
That’s nothing like what the past was, and you can see that in the present in places like the shipping container market.
Update on this: I went to eye-doctor, & no I don't have cataracts. The doctor did mention, almost all her customers now complain about same thing, to extent some have completely stopped driving at night.
The primary offender is newer cars with very bright headlights -- Tesla's are particularly bad, & with them, it's not about the height, but only strength of beam.
There's also less awareness on when to use high beams, especially with younger drivers.
The combo of it all is, driving at night, especially in rural areas, has gotten dangerous. It's not some silly annoyance thing, but a real problem.
Limiting beam intensity, is an example of what competent Government regulation is supposed to be about -- curtailing selfish individual behavior, with limited benefit, that's directly dangerous and harmful, in a clear physical way, to the larger community.
Even hard core libertarians can get behind this one.
we'll be up against the Big-Beam-Industrial Complex. But think of bugs life. We can overcome!
Why is this happening? Spend more than one week, not visiting, but residing, in any big city poor neighborhood, or in a depopulating mid sized city anywhere in US, and you will get it.
Unless you have the strongest ideological blinders on
Pundits need to add Anomie to their list of buzzwords.