Sunday, October 23, 2016

Texas: Land Of Storage Units and Donuts

We have lived in this small area of Texas (just north of Houston) for about four years now and I have made some very shrewd observations, if I do say so myself. 

We here in NorthOfHouston apparently eat donuts...lots of donuts. There are donut shops everywhere...lots of them drive-throughs. 

There is one, big, powerful, chain of donut shops called Shipleys. Though not my favorite donuts (locals are right now readying to burn me at the stake for that heresy), they are good and the shops are usually clean-ish and bright-ish and new-ish looking. 

Most of the donut shops are older and not very creatively named....many just have a big sign saying DONUTS. But what else does the sign on a donut shop need, really? 

There is apparently another type of pastry shop very common in Houston, but not so much out here in NorthOfHouston...Kolache shops. A Kolache is a pastry filled with various things such as sausage, bacon, jelly, custard, etc....though not usually together--I have never seen a bacon-custard Kolache. Then again, I have not had many Kolaches.  

Another astute observation I have made is that we here in NorthOfHouston have lots of stuff. 

This is made obvious (to me) by the fact that almost every new building in our area is a storage facility. 

Each time we think this new building will be something interesting...the sign goes up: 

Coming Soon! Another place to put all your stuff!

When we first moved here I got the distinct impression that the locals were accident prone. This is because, at that time, all new construction tended toward the Emergency Room type. We even have a pet Emergency Room down the street--not an ER that is our pet, but an ER for pets. 

When the storage units began cropping up I amended that impression of the locals. However, I may need to resurrect it. 

We recently noticed more than one auto body/collision shop going up in the area. 

Apparently, we here in NorthOfHouston are accident prone...while in our cars. 

On the other hand, perhaps all this building has little to do with the demand of the local population for storage space and easy access to the ER. 

Maybe, just maybe, there is some government regulation or tax shelter that allows land owners to write off their losses and so it is better, financially, to build a useless business and make no money, than to let the land stay the way it is until the right building project comes along. 

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  1. I was transferred to Houston from Washington, D.C. Perforce my family joined me, inclufing the cat and the mother-in-law. We arrevied in the town not long after Shell Oil, and many of our neighbors were New Yorkers, just like us. And so, we spent much of our time staring wide eyed and open mouthed at the natives and the new country, and remarking in hushed tones, among ourselves, on the differences a few latitudes made we noticed, most, the heat and humidity, and pink Plastic Christmas trees, neighbors who were "saved", and who often asked whether or not we had been, and told us we needed to get it...saved. we learned of the occasional fellow or girl, or whole family who had back slid, though I could see them just as clearly and close as all the others. We got used to the huge high school football stadium for Memorial near I-10, and its capacity crowds for every game, learned that the Astros and Oilers were objects of veneration every bit as revered as Catholics, which we were and are, revered their saints and that one always went to the supermarket dressed as well as one would go to the Opera. We missed bagels, but loved Cap'n Benny's on South Main, and Brenners. But, we never got used to driving out on the beach down in Galveston withe everyone else. We still love the place, now gone from it forty years.

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