Walking toward our fair city's Jail.......201 poplar

How many of you out there know YOUR jail's address?

Only In Memphis.....

Walking from the parking lot, you are greeted to the bustling facility by a friendly wire mariachi band. It sits right outside of no, not a Mexican restaurant like you would think, but its outside of a Bail Bondsman (one of about 20 on the block.)

Jail is big biznezz in Memphizz. Crossing the street to get over there is potentially fatal.
I am not making this up.



AYE YA YA YA WELCOME TO 201 POPLAR

YOU KNOW WHERE WE ARE, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DO

DON'T THINK FOR ONE MINUTE WE AREN'T WATCHING YOU

AYE YA YA YA....WELCOME TO 201 POPLAR...


SMILE YOUR ON DEBO'S CAMERA.......


SITTING IN THE PICK UP LINE AT SCHOOL. CARS ARE US.

More of the Random-ness that is in my 'hood

My most favorite-ist bush-tree-shrub. I pass it every day. Right now its not too busy.


One day Im thinkin' Lala is gonna be open for bizness. But I wonder what shes got in there beside ice cream.


Who needs a bus stop when you got an old bench seat and a lean to shed thing?



And here we have a tree grazer, the gyraffasaurusogator.


Take me to your leader...earth people.

Not Exactly in Memphis but............

Thought ya'll might like them anyway......I was wandering around an incredible Antique and Collectibles place in Louisville, Ky one day while waiting for my husband to finish up at his convention, and I found these remnants from a carnival down in the basement of this huge old place.
It was supercreepy and awesum. Lots of dark corners and architectural arches and the whole single lightbulb hanging from a wire thing.........wooooooooooooooo


This guy was inside a fortune tellers cage and I had to stick my hand in to get the photo...that totally creeped (crept) me out. I just knew something was gonna grab me.


I found this unlikely fellow in a corner by the wall of the big steel pans and torture gadgets down in the cellar, standing amongst clamp-ish implements of pain and long spikey farm equipment that this city girl has no use for.


and here we have the monster of ceremonies.........Sivad. Or at least what's left of him. Step right up and try your luck.....



Now here is a reasonable facsimile of my exhusband. Just kidding. Sort of.
He is just sitting down there in Hot Springs, Ark at the alligator farm, just waiting for somebody to love him again. His ex-girlfriend, Ariel, ran off with the circus and left him high and dry..........snicker snicker......