Probably like many people in many areas of the USA, I get sick and tired of being sick and tired about the Disney-esque way that my local world is presented by our local corporate media wizards, or the hordes of bad PR agents working to sell the fantasy viewpoint that EVERYTHING IS JUST FINE AND DANDY in our Grand City of Dayton, Ohio.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Real Photos from the Streets of Dayton, Ohio for August 8, 2007

First, a message from the Free David Cook Society:




The Dairy Point at the corner of Fifth and Burkhardt
serves up big ice cream cones for a reasonable price - $1.


Some guy sleeping one off in front of the bar just up the
street from the Jersey Street market at about 8 a.m.


East enders wait for the bus in front
of the pharmacy on Third Street.


Little Abner still burns the flag for that delicious
down home, life-shortening country cooking.


Dude near Van Lear and Fourth Street on the East Side.
I've been told you can make a hundred bucks a day in
aluminum around Dayton by collectors in the know.


One of the most infamous alcohol-related atrocities in Dayton
history happened at Pappy's Place a few years back when one
patron walked in and doused another patron with a glass of
gasoline and lit the match.



Granato's corner grocery sitting idle
in the Twin Towers neighborhood, another
victim of our big-box sprawl economy.


Tank's Bar and Grill on Wayne Ave. is expanding it's
kitchen and bathrooms. Tank's is truly one of the Gems of Dayton.


This little place across the street from Tank's grows
award-winning Orchids and other exotic flowers.



The Liederkrantz Society on East Fifth Street
is a club that promotes German Culture, food, music, and
all that good stuff we wallow in during the autumn months.



Page Manor Cinema on Airway Road serves
as a reminder every day of the real face
of our new areas of blight - our inner-ring
suburbs.


Waiting for an RTA on Xenia Ave.


These are some of the lost children of post-industrialism in
East Dayton on Hivling Street. They don't have much to do, so
they find things like Wheelchairs and run up and down the
street all day playing nursing home.


Waiting for an RTA on East Fifth in front of the Circle K.


Man and woman getting out of the car with some
groceries off of Wyoming Street.


A man dressed stylishly for summer at the corner of
Sperling and East Fifth Street.


Meanwhile, just a few blocks up from the lost boys,
two girls who look like they could be up for a scholarship
on the Ohio State swim team prepare a yard sale for their home.
Within a couple of block area on East Third much of the citizenry goes
from debaucherous and largely uneducated, into a totally
different world of well-kept homes and apple-pie Americans,
at least from the outside. This is a phenomenon of larger
cities that many suburbanites do not realize exists. Yes, there are LOTS
of very inhabitable areas within' the city limits. And lots of times,
neighborhoods can be completely different
worlds block to block.


Pinky's on Airway Road looks, well, stinky.


The beer and wine drive through next door on East Third/Airway
provides a testament to the REAL true love of many
Riverside residents - beer and smokes under $3 a pack.



Two men waiting on the RTA bus outside of the Airway
Shopping center in Riverside.


Due to the overwhelming economic advantages
of moving to a 2X4/plywood and drywall wrapped
in vinyl style of corporate construction, architectural
greatness like this on East Third Street has pretty much
put on moth balls until a reality-based economy
based upon something other than petrochemical
exploitation is devised. That, and the fact that
entire industries who make their living doing
nothing but shuffling financial documents from place
to place to make money would go broke ensure this
is the way we will go for some time now.


The American Saloon on East Fifth
Street is open for business, still. I hear it's a
gay bar now, but haven't been there since
the days of my youth, when I was told what it
means to be man.


Chicken Louie's on East Third and North. They have the greatest
fries on the planet. They come soaked in garlic butter - not too great
for the arteries, but they are truly divine.


The redneck wall of intellectual disdain.


Mom's Diner on East Third. Where drexel got its start.


The amazing face full of tattoos on a
child's BMX Appalachian anger boy.


Waiting for a bus on Wayne and Wyoming in front of the Sunoco.


Stiver's School for the Arts is almost ready for
students to return after the fall break at DPS.


No amount of camouflage will make this attractive.


If you want to see one of the multi-facted faces
of poverty, check this guy out. He's eating salty
potato chips on a 90 degree afternoon. Then he goes
around bitching about how hot and thirsty he is.


Passed out on malt-liquor at 9 a.m. on a Saturday
morning on the corner of Wayne and Wyoming at the
hobo-super party complex. This tough guy biker is
so tough that he can't handle a little beer without
looking like an old man in a nursing home.


Just off of Xenia and Wayne at the corner of Clover and Quitman
sits the Bauer Roofing Company. These folks have one
of the grandest homes in Dayton right in the middle of it all.


The new American mega industry.


Waiting to cash in some cds for cash at Second Time
Around on Brown Street near UD.


I love riding my bike late at night. REAL late.
And there is nothing more fun than to drive by a
scene at a good rate of speed and take pictures of
houses/apartments that are doing drug deals.
It really freaks the people out when a flashbulb goes off
at 3 a.m. and a large man on a mountain bike rushes off
into the darkness. This woman was hanging out
of a window at the Fourman Court apartments (an infamous
place to live if you just got out of jail), handing things
to people below in the middle of the night. She was
actually stupid enough to call for me to come back too!


I surprised these three jakelegs one night recently off of Xenia Ave.
after a night a the Trolley Stop (only one is visible).
When I came chugging around the corner, one of them jumped off of his
bike and ran the other way. You can only see one of these thieves
in the photo, although the reflection of the one thief's
bike that he abandoned can be seen. I believe that if we can start
to organize packs of bike riders with cameras who patrol the
streets at night taking pictures of our underbelly, our
underbelly will be much more reticent to be taking advantage of
the darkness to do bad things. They are just like kids. They
start behaving when they think they are being watched.


Fifth Third Field as seen from the Main Street bridge.


Down and out in front of Gilley's and the Greyhound station.