And it looks like we saved the best for last.
Next, we will examine that dump (literal DUMP) just off I-27 on the other side of Lubbock International (that's a laugh) Airport. Also known as Preston Smith airport. I guess because Preston Smith owned some of the early skin flick theaters in this area? Surely not because he was a mediocre governor. As far as I can tell, old Preston Smith was pretty much of a dud, except for his pioneering work in adult entertainment. He seems to have been an utter failure as a bank president-- maybe too many sweetheart loans to his buds in the Oil Bidness. His bank got into trouble and Preston Smith got a slap on the wrist. He was a good old boy, though. He had connections. There were probably people who owed him. Who knows? In my humble opinion, Preston Smith was a piece of crap, but now he has an airport named after him! Not much of an airport, but still. Even so. Go figure. He's dead now, so it probably doesn't matter...
There's a lot to photograph when you really zoom in on things...
A body of water!
Another SKYCHUTE!
There is more to come.
There's so much to do in Abernathy! So much to see!
It's all a matter of perspective, and of proportion.
It's a SKYCHUTE! And in Abernathy they have more than one. Wow. Just wow.
Never before have I seen a drain pipe quite like this. More wow.
And that's a GOOD thing! Abernathy! Run away, Antelopes! Run away!
Oh, yes, more of the sights to be found there. If I'm not mistaken, Abernathy is one of many towns in this area where "public dancing" is considered a crime and can get you thrown in jail. Used to be a music festival there, many years ago, but they would warn everybody attending not to try dancing to the music because it could bring down the law.
After Abernathy, we'll move on to a toxic dump near the Lubbock International Airport. It's a dump, for sure, and I assume that it's toxic because of the sickish, sweetish, solvent odor we encountered there. We should probably have worn hazmat suits. And yet, this area is unfenced and unposted, and open to the public.
Next, we will examine that dump (literal DUMP) just off I-27 on the other side of Lubbock International (that's a laugh) Airport. Also known as Preston Smith airport. I guess because Preston Smith owned some of the early skin flick theaters in this area? Surely not because he was a mediocre governor. As far as I can tell, old Preston Smith was pretty much of a dud, except for his pioneering work in adult entertainment. He seems to have been an utter failure as a bank president-- maybe too many sweetheart loans to his buds in the Oil Bidness. His bank got into trouble and Preston Smith got a slap on the wrist. He was a good old boy, though. He had connections. There were probably people who owed him. Who knows? In my humble opinion, Preston Smith was a piece of crap, but now he has an airport named after him! Not much of an airport, but still. Even so. Go figure. He's dead now, so it probably doesn't matter...
