I won't say the sale of the Broken Spoke is dismaying, by itself, but gee whiz, James White, if ya knew ya were going to sell the place, what the fuck was up with $3.50 Lone Stars?
So the developer promised to keep the dance hall intact. Good for him. Let's see if he can actually keep those promises. The woman who became my wife and I started dancing and dating there, so you can expect I'd be upset if the place changes for the worst. It's inevitable that something will. Everyone gave big fat kudos to Walgreens for building Taco Xpress its own place, but has anyone bothered to say that the place sucks and the food's not that good?
And who's going to run the Spoke now? The developer? Are we going to be longing for the good old days of $3.50 Lone Stars?
It was a neck and neck race there, for a while, the Spoke and Barton Springs, then Barton Springs hurtled ahead in the race toward symbolic destruction of the heart of Austin. And now it looks as if the Spoke may have pulled ahead for a win.
But hey, don't worry, everyone: Catellus will build you dance hall at Mueller!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
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I heard James has been renting the sacred Spoke ground the whole time.
Whoever owned that 8 acres sold it to some developers.
Point being, they're encroaching upon my s. austin haven, and if we don't protect our land down here from things that don't belong here, we're gonna get fucked.
I heard James has been renting the sacred Spoke ground the whole time.
Whoever owned that 8 acres sold it to some developers.
Point being, they're encroaching upon my s. austin haven, and if we don't protect our land down here from things that don't belong here, we're gonna get fucked.
I heard James has been renting the sacred Spoke ground the whole time.
Whoever owned that 8 acres sold it to some developers.
Point being, they're encroaching upon my s. austin haven, and if we don't protect our land down here from things that don't belong here, we're gonna get fucked.
Yeah, I meant to correct that. Sorry, Mr. White.
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