“Houston Rain,” my friend Rob said, “is like any other kind of rain, but worse. It is worse than South Dakota rain. It is so thick that you can’t so the front of your own car. It will be like a wall, which is just there, in the distance. Then you drive closer and closer to it. Then you are in the rain, and you’re blind. I hate driving in Houston Rain.” Obviously Rob’s thoughts were absurd, I thought, as the morning in Nacogdoches was warm and sunny.
Until we came closer to Houston
We had heard about the storm, but the fact that a storm was predicted for our town about two hours north of Houston yesterday, and nothing happened, led us to think that the weathermen may just be crazy. Nope. It rapidly became clear that in Texas proximity to the ocean means proximity to moisture. The only time we
The rain would stop from time to time, sometimes leaving the city in a dark gloom. The hour we were lost in Downtown was beautiful.
After helping some friends move our first destination was to the Nautral History Museum. Nearby there is a nifty statue of President Samuel Houston on a horse. It was raining too much to take a clear shot, but the monument to the old war hero was beautiful in the rain.
As we parked the rain suddenly stopped, and we passed the Fragrant Gardens. Fearing a return of Houston Rain we hurried on, but it brought back memories of the much more lush Fragrant Hills outside Beijing.
There was a definite Asian, if not Oriental, them to the gardens. A statue of Gandhi is below, walking away from the viewer. See also a side view of the man.
The museum charges for admission, so we mealy walked the main corridor. Overall it had the feel of a gigantic McDonald’s (a feel fueled by the appearance of two McDonald’s counters near each other). Still, there were some neat sites (obviously intended for children) available for free. A ghoulish “bone bike” sits in the main hall, as does a dinosaur from Harry Potter’s Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (specifically, a Dracorex Hogwartsia)
Some random sites in Houston included a Greyhound Bus (hoping not traveling to the South)…
The Toyoto Center, which was locked up and thus unavailable for further exploration
And Palm Trees, which are crazy-cool for this blogger from South Dakota
Some sites made me think of Foreign Countries, and not just in the gardens sense. The love of Texans for their flag was obvious
Other times foreign influences were more… inexplicable. For instance, the payphone and postage station in honor of George VI, last Emperor of India, last King of India, last King of Pakistan, and first Head of the Commonwealth.
Some of the unAmericanisms were anti-Americanism. The front part of the message is illegible, but it ends “… it. Those towers were hideous,” with a drawing of the World Trade Center beneath the text.
Happily, another plastered note we say was happier. “LOST. Winning lottery ticket worth $28 million. REWARD: $10 if returned (no questions asked).”