After work at Haskell Indian Nations University, I did a quick ride to downtown for a haircut. Here's some photos of a warm fall afternoon in Kansas for you look over, mes amis...
Leaving work and riding past the Haskell Stadium on my way to downtown.
Riding through the neighborhood of Old East Lawrence on the brick streets.
I have often wondered who lives here?
The Old House may be getting some work done to it--I noticed that a lot trees and over-growth were removed late summer. Also the front porch looks like the deck has been replaced.
I was never able to see in the back yard because the trees and shrubs had grown so high. This must have been a business here a long time ago. Cool! An old garage? A used car lot? Wonder how long ago it was?
Close by the new apartment buildings downtown I saw this and wanted a photo!
This is Mass Ave, and its a warm sunny Fall late afternoon. One thing about Lawrence, and KU, is that there are girls every where, mes amis! Walking around and being trendy. Okay, so this old bank is now a restaurant called "Tellers" the food is awesome--and very expensive--but the service sucks. I've had better service from kids at McD's and Burger King. If you want to been seen, and have money to waste, here is your place.
Besides young college women everywhere ya look, there are "Bros" They are harmless for the most part--just young dudes with a swagger. These guys rolled up on their "Crotch Rockets" and I'm sure impressed all the ladies!
My bike as seen through the window of the hair salon. I had the same guy cutting my hair back in Tucson for 12 years--it was tough to find just the right stylist here in Lawrence, but I did. Samantha is at this new place and well, most of the girls that cut hair here are kind of college-sorority minded. Samantha doesn't seem to fit in (she has way more class) but she told me all her clients remained loyal (like me) and followed her over to the new place. I hope things work out for her...
Like any other college town, Lawrence has its foo-fee business side. Besides this ceramics shop, which was an old filling stations from decades past, we have a head shop, a candle shop, oh and a Gap--plus a bunch of dive bars that serve all the PBR you can drink.
Leaves are turning and falling.
|electrocuted I suspect...|
Riding to work the other day I noticed this squirrel hanging dead on this power or telephone line. The wind moves him back and forth along the line--in the morning he's on the south side and in the afternoon he's slid over to the other end. Kind of sad to see the little guy up there like that, Gentle Readers of This Blog.