Anyway, thought I'd do a compare and contrast, Texarkana v. D.C. First, the view from my Texarkana office window of county jail, with tanks on rail cars behind:
And the view from my DC office window of back of Ford's Theater, with construction in the alley down which John Wilkes Booth escaped:
Certainly, the windows through which I view DC are cleaner than those I had in TXK, but why I can't seem to escape views of despair, I don't know.
Speaking of alleys, here's a picture of a sign at the end of an alley I walk down in my neighborhood, which I saw referred to as "le slum historique," on the way to work:
Kind of reminiscent of a Texarkanan landlord's signs, no?
Love from the alleys,