an afternoon BBQ on the corner
of Germantown and McArthur.
No, Howard Finster did not paint Sams Hot Spot
on Broadway and Stewart Street.
Westside Supermarket on Germantown
Ave. is still going strong.
This was the corner of Richmond and Delaware in Five
Oaks until just this week, when the building began
being cleaned up, and graffti removed.
Huffies BBQ on MacArthur pays homage to legendary
d8N restauranteur Howard Huffman, 1921-2006. R.I.P.
Some dude on Xenia Ave. who saw me snapping photos, &
didn't want anyone to put this blog, and the Miami
Valley's most wanted together I suppose.
Every child's dream, to hang out at the Last
Call Tavern on Xenia Ave. at 3 p.m. in the afternoon
with all of the insufferably smelly briar drunks.
Call Tavern on Xenia Ave. at 3 p.m. in the afternoon
with all of the insufferably smelly briar drunks.
Can you say marketing for the retarded?
She's got a bootydo. Her belly hang out further
than her booty do. Shot on Irwin Street in
East Dayton.
than her booty do. Shot on Irwin Street in
East Dayton.
The gas station of the future on Springfield Street.
Hoops on wheels has brought some positive life
back to city streets where once not so long ago
the only youth to be found on our streets
were the prison bound kind.
back to city streets where once not so long ago
the only youth to be found on our streets
were the prison bound kind.
The old Tuna Sandwich Joint on North Main is still
a Tuna Sandwich joint. I'm sorry, but that joke has
gone begging for too long. And yes, I know it's an easy one.
a Tuna Sandwich joint. I'm sorry, but that joke has
gone begging for too long. And yes, I know it's an easy one.
Walking up North Main on a sunny spring day.
There's nowhere like the Lexington Market on Lexington Ave.
for area residents to stock up on hopelessness, malt liquor,
and the overt encouragement of a fiscally irresponsible lifestyle.
Nobody knows, the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows the sorrow...
This grand old home on Wyoming Street is
obviously home to a fabulously
quirky lover of lawn art and worldly
knick knacks. I love this kind of crap.
The Gates of Woodland Cemetary,
where the who's who of Dayton is buried
alongside the "Who's That?"
Some mornings, I hear the birds singing,
smell the flowers, look at the sunshine, and
then down on the street where another
stolen car has been abandoned.
The Dearborn Market on Dearborn Ave. is a
great place to get shot if you diss someone's
crack rocks.
This grand old home on Wyoming Street is
obviously home to a fabulously
quirky lover of lawn art and worldly
knick knacks. I love this kind of crap.
The Gates of Woodland Cemetary,
where the who's who of Dayton is buried
alongside the "Who's That?"
Some mornings, I hear the birds singing,
smell the flowers, look at the sunshine, and
then down on the street where another
stolen car has been abandoned.
The Dearborn Market on Dearborn Ave. is a
great place to get shot if you diss someone's
crack rocks.
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