Foot fetish

It started out innocently enough with some cool manhole covers. Now it’s become a ReavesCarter-Providence vacation tradition.

Suited to a T

I saw this cover the other day and was puzzled… some kind of Hebrew foundry?

But no…

I still don’t know what foundry this is, but at least I will be able to find it in some directory!

Brittle

Cast iron and its slightly more modern cousin ductile iron played a really important part in building our urban infrastructure. 

About the only thing wrong with these materials is that if you smack them hard enough they break. 

What phone box???


Just in time for spring and the rose garden down the street to start blooming, the utility box in front of our building got a cool new look. 

Our house is the middle one in the picture, with the low planters in front of the gate. 

Epic

I was pretty excited, I imagine more than most people, to come across this manhole cover on Nuffield Street in Newmarket. 

The quote is from Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida, which I got to see during my awesome trip to the Ashland Shakespeare Festival as a Pasadena City College student more than 30 years ago. 

Haven’t googled enough yet to know what it means…

I appeal to your sense of decency 

If you look at sewer drains, you see a lot of variations on this theme… don’t put motor oil or whatever here, because it ends up polluting some body of water. 

In this case, I thought “national estuary” was a nice touch, because im not sure how much sympathy there would have been for plain old Galveston Bay. 

My Triumphant Return

To Pasadena isn’t a return at all… wrong state! But this Pasadena is at least named after my Pasadena. There are a lot of similarities, like both are places. In America. With people in them! But beyond that, I admit to focusing more on the differences in terrain and civic sense of self. 


Before my b-in-law moved here a couple years ago to turn over a new professional leaf and escape a horrendous commute from Katy, I’d only ever heard of Pasadena TX as the home of Gilley’s (mechanical bull, John Travolta, etc.). In fact, that was just down the street, but it’s long gone, and now there’s a middle school on the site. 


We crossed a giant bridge over the Ship Channel the other night. I wish I’d gotten a picture of the refineries (which are far more emblematic of this town than Gilley’s ever was) lit up like dystopian fairy castles, but our rental car was too low to really see over the side barriers. Which explains why everyone here drives such big trucks!!

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