This 1957 DC-7 is parked along Route 1 on the north side of New Smyrna Beach. The sign (click to enlarge) explains why. Reminds me of the 1960 Twilight Zone episode “The Last Flight”, where a World War I pilot inexplicably lands 42 years into the future. Photos taken July 31, 2013.
On the south side of International Speedway Blvd., among the palmettos and pines near the Deland city limits, stands this weary vintage welcome to the Daytona Park Estates housing development. Photo taken 7/10/13.
The longest train I ever saw
Went down that Georgia line
The engine passed at six o’clock
And the cab passed by at nine
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And we shiver when the cold wind blows
“In the Pines” -Traditional, popularized by Bill Monroe
Photo taken 5/23/13
I really love Beach Street on a pleasant spring day: well-maintained old buildings, sidewalk cafes, stately palms – but who named it Beach Street? C’mon, it’s at least a mile from the beach, right? For that matter, what’s international about Daytona International Speedway? Not to mention Daytona International Airport – perhaps Atlanta and Charlotte seceded from the Union and it escaped my attention?
It’s always 12:22 atop a vacant building along the “Gateway to Daytona Beach” (specifically, International Speedway Blvd. at Martin Luther King).
Photo taken 4/18/13.
“There’s no need for algebra where two and two make five.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
A marble angel guards the entrance of Mount Arrarat Cemetery, the old African-American cemetery on Bellevue Ave. just east of Clyde Morris Blvd. in Daytona Beach.
According to Lyda Longa’s December 3, 2008 article in the Daytona Beach News-Journal, “the cemetery is one of few in the area that is supposed to be maintained by the families of the people buried there. It’s also one of few graveyards where bizarre incidents occur, such as graves being disturbed by practitioners of voodoo who have been known to steal the fingers off skeletal remains, said cemetery caretaker Dusty Smith. ‘They perform some kind of ritual with the digits,’ Smith said.” (Photos taken 4/18/13)
Photos taken 4/11/13
The magnificent Athens Theater at 124 N. Florida Ave. in Deland has been restored to its 1920s-40s look. A brief history is here.
Photo taken 3/9/13
Wow. Seeing this kind of place always makes me think about the work of poet Charles Bukowksi. Writer Kate Knibbs recently published an advice column in which she took on Charles’ persona. Here is a sample:
I’m 26-years-old and I still live with my parents. I’m trying to make it in marketing but so far I can only get internships. How can I carve out a more lucrative and fulfilling career?
Young, Unsure Marketer
YUM: Careers are for women and sociopaths. The only honest way to make a living and still call yourself a man involves a blank piece of lined paper, a ballpoint pen, a tall glass of whisky, and the company of young whores. And a gun to shoot yourself if you ever think of entering the bourgeoisie nightmare factory they call a marketing office ever again.