Industrial boulevard to be renamed to present a spiffier image for the billion dollar Trinity River Sinkhole--er Development Project.
What's the problem with keeping this street named for the purpose it's served for about a century? We all remember the recent news of last July when the Airgas plant on Industrial did a daylight firework display. What could be more industrial than thousands of exploding canisters of gas? I can't think of a thing.
Maybe we could re-name Industrial Silicone Alley for the gentlemen's clubs scattered along its length? Or the liquor stores? Or the rundown seedy dives? Or the massage parlours?
Then there's one of my favorite features of Industrial, the Lew Sterrett Correctional Facility and the adjacent Court building. You can always tell the hung over pups as they slink across the street in tow of a concerned/irate/broke parent. No discreet way to get to your car there, the gauntlet from the jail to the parking garages is always a walk of shame. Funny, the git-ups they got-up in the night before don't usually look so suave after a night in the slammer.
Bail bonds! When I think Bail Bonds, I definitely think of Industrial Blvd.
I say we all suggest and vote for FUEL CITY TACOS Esplanade. I had to go get me a couple fuel city tacos on Saturday. Them was real good, 'ceptin' LouLou the Baby Shoe was stinky for a few days thereafter, wot with the grilled onions, peppers and what not. Their tomatillo sauce is a marvel. I also got a cup of that Mexican cream corn from the little cart in front. I had my sunglasses on, so I may have been passing for La'in. Everyone standing in front of the taco stand and corn cart was Mexican, and I noticed a nervous little knot of whiteness standing inside the store behind the glass--two mighty white couples, and rather upscale for all that-- looking mooney-eyed at the corn. They finally mustered the courage and came out and ordered 4 cups of corn. I wondered if their food was still warm when they'd traversed a comfortable enough distance from which to enjoy their "slumming" nosh.
Anyway, the business owners who will have to change their addresses and business cards and everything will have the greatest say in the re-naming, but I'm betting nothing on earth will prevent the street from being re-named, no matter how silly the whole concept is. I'm betting the powers-that-be in Dallas will shoot for a gentrified, high-falutin' sobriquet in hopes of a self-fulfilling prophecy type outcome. After all, about a billion dollars in the form of 3 Calatrava bridges over the Trinity River will each find their terminus on Industrial/Whatever Boulevard. We need lofty names for the street, even if it comes with a handy sensual massage replete with happy ending.
Way to go, Dallas: keep it plastic!