Twenty-two thousand souls, and the birthplace of Ike. Named after the presenident of the KATY railroad.
Remember? We ended up in Denison TX yesterday with Clippings, and concluded with a look at the old train station.
So we're picking up where we left off. Turning around from the train station and looking down the street . . .
A sad lot that makes you wonder if there was something else here.
Why, yes. Enable Time Machine, set filters on Batman-Villain camera angle:
And surely something was here, too.
Burned. Fell down.
This one's maintained with quiet pride:
A side street has some nice paintings of the way things used to be, minus the whole expiring-from-a-dental-abscess thing:
The old building got a rehab, which hangs on like an alien facehugger.
“Urban amenities like flowers in pots will bring the shoppers back.”
Didn’t work? Let’s try trees.
Of course that’s a post-war rehabbed facade on the left.
Was it a theater?
It was. Formerly the Star or State; had a 50 year run that ended in 1962.
Picture of its original facade, here.
Doesn’t have to look Roman; you know what it is. It’s the location and the heft.
Doesn’t this look like an OUMB?
YES! I’m right! It’s a 1970 Bank of America.
I know this was the popular store all the women patronized. But for what?
Same here. The modern facade, the eyebrow awning - had to be a chic women’s store.
Man, can I read ‘em, or what.
Looks like it was, but it wasn’t.
It was, and it is:
Wow. Texas! So backwatery, so unsophisticated.
Louis Hoerr and Jerry Strait:
A nice non-functional station on the edge of downtown.
You knew they had to have a big hotel, with a mainstream like that.
Under construction and rehabbing, but not for senior housing. Housing, period.
I just liked this view from the Google Car.
There you have it. Sallll-ute, as they used to say from the cornfield.