They were gone too soon.
Does that box say “prophylactic rubbers?” Why yes it does. That is an honest-to-goodness super-size box of condoms from the 40s, sealed for all time in its own little room on the Battleship Texas. Because WWI-WWII battleships had little rooms devoted to condoms, apparently, where all good little sailors had to go before Uncle Sam let them and their little friends out to play in port.
For some reason, this Thai sno-cone syrup found at a Thai grocery is branded “Houston Cowboy.” However inexplicable the company’s motives, they did their research: cherry is my favorite. (Asia Market, Heights)
Olivewood Cemetery, a historic African-American burial ground, founded in the 1870s. Between a railroad, a grocery supply warehouse, and a recycling center. History in our Houston.
Local sculptor David Adickes’ macro-sized busts (spotted at his studio and dotting various freeways) represent one of the city’s quirkier photo ops. Take that, Austin!
As soon as the humidity sets in, the biggest, plumpest crawfish are ready for the boil, along with corn and potatoes eaten straight from the greasy newspaper. The red, spicy grime gets stuck in your fingernails for days afterwards but all the sacrifice just goes towards the party gods. Hans’ Bierhaus.
