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Decatur Metro | October 7, 2013
315 West Ponce de Leon Ave, Decatur GA (pic submitted by Scott)
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315 West Ponce de Leon Ave, Decatur GA (pic submitted by Scott)
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Similar visual to 1004 Clairemont Ave, only the Clairemont development is in the middle of an existing neighborhood.
I saw that the other day. What is going up over there?
Construction of seven homes.
Its perfect. Decatur NEEDS a go cart track! That is what decatur is lacking. Not more condos. I can see the circle already.
this Thanksgiving weekend, prepare to get annihilated!
as Boogaloo’s and Squash Blossom present Mega Monster Truck Rally!!!
at the Decatur Bowl featuring all of your favorite trucks:
Demon Seed!
Ball Buster!
Dutch Oven!
Don’t miss the 2nd Annual Local Organic BBQ Cookoff!
just $10!!!
the first hundred people through the gate get an amuse bouche from Cakes & Ale!!!
SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!
this Thanksgiving weekend!
Indie-Catur!!!!!
Win.
The ground’s ALREADY shakin’!!!!!!
I’m not sure i’d want to touch those trucks.
I have a lovely shot from my backyard of the 2 – 3-story mountain of dirt they built right behind our fence as they excavated for the parking deck. I came home last week and it looked like there were bulldozers in the sky. Glad to see it’s being evened back out. With the rain last night, we were kind of fearing a mudslide.
Great Picture Scott (always seeking common ground and building positive connections with those who may sometimes misunderstand my comments)!
When I was a kid growing up on Ponce Place in the early Sixties, there were two homes on this site, one facing west Ponce, the other facing Ponce place on top of the hill. The construction of the former First National Bank building was one of the great events of our tween years. A huge ditch had to be dug for the lower floors of the building and that dirt was used to create several “Dirt Mountains” that were at least ten times the size of the current mound described in a previous post. I kid you not! A popular T.V. show at the time made a big deal out of Pork Chop Hill so we played “King of Pork Chop Hill” in which each of us would stand our ground on top of the mountains and throw off anyone who would try to dethrone the King. Dirt clogs became hand grenades, clean shirts were quickly stained, blue jeans became brown, but worst of all, my new tennis shoes were destroyed in one afternoon of boy joy. It took me a long time to get over coming home and seeing my mom crying over the shoes she had just bought me. Some things you never forget.
I doubt that the neighborhood kids today will get the same opportunity we had playing soldier on Pork Chop Hill. Computer games offer so much more today. Sigh!
Awesome. We did the same at a home site down the street from my house. Our neighborhood was mostly built out when we moved in, so nearby construction was a rare sight and too tempting to pass up when the contractors were away.
For us, it was a huge pile of shrubs/trees/branches/bushes that my friend’s dad cut down. We spent hours burrowing our way down toward the middle, making tunnels, reshaping the pile, etc. This was over 35 years ago, and the fun I had is still a great memory.
Sorry, Mr. B, I’m with your mother on this one. You couldn’t have worn your old sneakers?!
Thanks AH. You are right of course.
Again I want to thank Scott for the picture but this time, with more sincerity. Seeing that image sparked so many childhood memories, most sweet but one very painful. At the time, I really didn’t understand the big deal about the sneakers but now, knowing that my mom was dealing with being a sudden widow with eight kids and a new job that paid very little money, I understand in a way that a child never could.
My mom, Loretta Billingsley, was strong enough to survive the Depression, World War II and Cold War, becoming widow the same year that President Kennedy was killed, and a little boy foolish enough to wear new shoes in a construction site. The Greatest Generation indeed!
Your Mom sounds like a great lady!