Once upon a time, when we had an honest president

From outside Abraham Lincoln's Presidential Library and Museum in Springfield, Illinois

street furniture, not patio furniture

Some nice things still do exist. It shocked me. I took a walk down the main drag in my home town of lancaster ny, the home of pretty much nothing. I just started to glance here and there and noticed some cool stuff that I never really took the time to see before. Many of the things I observed were actually very pleasant and reminded me of a simpler and almost better time, as Im sure their placement or the act of leaving them there was intended to do. Like the first image here on the left, it has the old looking lamp posts they just installed last year, I think because of the 150th anniversary of the town, the old gas look, I like it, it even has an American flag...wave the flag and all will be right I guess. Behind that you have the small town version of a central park, with some trees and a few benches. Behind that you see the old building of what used to be a factory, it says tinning and plumbing and some other stuff, again a nice old nostalgic feel to it. The next one, here on top to the right has more of the good old town feel as it is a place for the posting of such activities all around town. Seems to hint at some of the older ways the town operated, and I could just imagine what that would have been like a hundred years or so ago, what kind of system they had for town announcements, but i bet it would have been something to this effect, especially as it was in the town center. Some more things i noticed that would add to this old feel were the nice brick crosswalk that made me think of how the roads might have been set up for the first cars, the small narrow allies that lined the sides of main street that reminded me of a bigger city and even more so, an older town, and finally a nice old rusty fire escape on the side of a building that reminded me again of the larger cities and the older towns that are in them.
Here we have the start of some things that wouldnt have been there some time ago, and that don't reflect an aesthetically pleasing side of town. I love this picture. It get everything rolled into one. The grand space waster and polluter, the parking lot is in full frame. Though a modern creation, and not a very nice one in this picture at that, its interesting to think about what people did with their buggies when they came to town. In addition to that we see the next essence of the new American town, the parked car. The cars here reflect a modern time filled with pollution, except for that Honda in the foreground of course. The disgusting loading dock, the hanging power lines and especially the large satellite in the left corner kill the town's quaintness in one fell swoop. These most certainly would not have been apart of older towns, though the idea of someone from the 1890's having to deal with a satellite tv is pretty funny, kinda like 'Looking Backwards' funny. If the frame was a tiny bit bigger you would be able to see the massive electrical box on the left, attached to the side of the building that made the parking lot. Just another little touch of progress, attached firmly to the building, taking away facade more and more each year.

money and class, homes...houses not brothas

Money and class are perfectly exemplified, as are countless other aspects of our superfluous upper tax bracket that so evidently need the bush tax cuts to be made permanent, so they can add some more thousands of dollars in landscaping to this 990 thousand dollar home. Yay. But seriously, the $990k price tag takes care of the money aspect, and the other intricacies do the part of class. This home is first and foremost in the upscale part of the city of Buffalo, in the Bidwell Parkway area, which in itself could be an indicator of class. But to be in the city, with that size of a yard, and a fenced in entrance in the description, not to mention the obviously necessary 6 thousand square feet, private drive, wine cellar, and 4 fireplaces. The accumulation of "stuff" well beyond need and the prime location of the home offer the best insights into class, or at least what class the owners of this house would like to portray. Though I do not have a clue why. I thought a working class hero was something to be. Sorry John, I guess its too late.