When radio's second news story is Frye Street gets torn down. The narrator talked about a muted protest, even though someone vandalized a bulldozer by writing "Satan" on its backside.
Background: Fry Street is to the University of North Texas what any other university's party street is to it. The buildings on the street were recently sold to a developer, who's going to put up your basic strip mall stuff, anchored by a drug store.
I had great times there, but the places were usually a combination of fire hazards and dumps that couldn't make a decent french fry. (The exception being the excellent pizza at the Flying Mater.) We all had a bad story about coming back to class to take a test, suffering from a two-and-a-half-beer buzz and covered with State Club.
The report quoted one guy, who was watching the demolition work. He said basically, "I'm not all worked up, but I wanted to be here just to say goodbye. Someone needs to."
I'm right behind him.
I'm also awaiting word from the cockroaches.
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