I have now used this title at least twice in previous blog posts, but not on this blog, so no matter.
Kara and I and Miss Lola Mae the chocolate Labrador went out on another bicycle jaunt on Sunday. We encountered numerous dogs, of the "hot" and "stray" and "barking like they wanted to rip out our jugulars" types.
Here is one that falls under the "hot dog" category, on the side of what I decided was an old whistle stop cafe, as it was set right along some train tracks.
If you look closely, you'll see the ghost of what appears to be a hand-painted Community Coffee banner on the building.
I know: BFD. It gets better after the jump.
Cain's Grocery, no relation to this Kane. The right side of that building looks like there was an "accidental" fire, kind of like that one at Romano's.
--Somewhat of a side note, sparked by today's explorations, plus that Romano's post linked above that featured a Mason lodge: why are there so many Mason lodges in Baton Rouge? I've personally encountered at least five in my travels, most or all of which appeared abandoned, but still: How many chapters does/did one city need? And should I just cool it on this topic right now lest I bring the wrath of the secretive and powerful Freemasons upon myself?
Across the street, the abandoned North 19th St. Baptist Church.
And I swear that I put no special filters on the following photo (I hate those), it just came out this way, even in the viewfinder as I shot it.
Holy "Tales From the Darkside."
Now watch as the plants of Baton Rouge reclaim another structure.
Just up the street from that, a onetime dog catcher canine jail.
See the cages?
Just up the street from this, visible in the background, an empty school. But just around the corner from this view in the rubble of this dog catcher building was an old man toiling away, methodically separating brick from brick. Why? Unknown.
When we happened upon this school, I remembered receiving an emailed suggestion from a reader to come see this site, but he warned to never get out of the car. Oops.
C'mon, how could we not go up when a panel was missing from the front door?
Welcome to the Week of the Young Child, featuring a child plummeting to his death on the back of Mother Goose, and a disembodied hand off to the left flailing for assistance.
Quite reminiscent of the witchy broom at the Baptist church, only creepier due to the child size.
Attention students: School's out forever.
And finally, Rose's Corner Grocery.
Another illustrated hot dog, plus...a pile of biscuits? The other illustration is a lot less clear.
Plus a look inside, including what appears to be small footprints in the dust.