Photos from the Paris Flea Market on N. Dixie Drive

Only the hard work that 12-ounce curls
offer can build a gut that stout.

"I've got plastic bags full of knick-knacks
and I'm not afraid to use them."

The shirtless life around the concession stand.

So much junk, so little time.

Grandma is lookin' for some country plates for her kitchen.

Finally, I stopped by Stephanie Studebaker's
fundraiser at the Englewood Holiday Inn. She's
great, I hope she dumps Mike Turner back into
East Dayton where he has to make a living stealing
aluminum off of abandoned houses instead of taxpayers
pockets.

Video from YouTube.com covering Mayor Rhine McLin'sNeighborhood Walks

What Dayton Would Look Like if Infused with My Artwork

I'll be using ye' old Photoshop to infuse the work of other area artists here soon. But hey, since it is MY blog, I thought I'd start to throw mine in first.

So, I give you, readers of this blog, the first photographic tour of Dayton if I, Drexel Dave, were decorating the city.

You can get references of said art works in large form (or buy them ideally), at the web site for my world famous artwork: bedpanart.com

Click on any of the photos to see a larger version.

The view going into downtown from the Convention
Center could use a giant billboard advertising
Ale-8 One, - Briar Breast Milk - a tribute to our Kentucky roots.

Imagine the motivation that could be garnered
by passers by at Labor Solutions on W. Third Street
if they stared at Woody Hayes every time they drove
or walked by.

Bill Rain could have AT LEAST
commissioned a few of my Pope
John Paul II paintings to go into the
windows of his renovated, yet abandoned
building on Ludlow.

This old crack house on Neal Ave. would be
like an old crack house, only with Dale Earnardt
on the Cross at Calvary on the windows.

The Dayton Pizza Factory on Wayne Ave. with my
painting, "Giant Fat Man in Georgetown, Ky.
Ruminates of the Difficulty of Front Wheel
Drive Transmission Mechanics."

Don't Velma just brighten up the day
of anyone entering Congress Lanes bowling
alley on Troy Ave.?

Dick Shakur would make mighty sure
that there was no thug larger than he
were he to grace the McCook Theatre.

"Ted Lang, Shakespearean Trained Actor
Best Known for a Supporting Role in a 1970s
Sitcom," adorns the outside of the
Meat King on Cornell, Ave.

Katie's Place on East Fifth Street would still have
the nude dancers with the freshest C-Section Scars
in town, but it would be cooler with a giant painting
of Elvis having visions of a sandwich made of Rip
Taylor and Gary Sandy floating by.

The Daybreak Teen Runaway Shelter on
Wayne Ave. deserves nothing less than Tony
Clifton.

I doubt this man would be adjusting his
pants and ass on Xenia Ave. if he thought
that a giant ape dangling a baby that looks like
Michael Jackson over a railing were staring at him.