As you can see, I had a "post position" for this shot
of the sports car race Friday afternoon. The fencing,
steel cable and poles are all there for safety concerns,
but after having spent 20 years at the track in spots
unimpeded by the poles, it's frustrating to not be able
to take nice action shots of the racing.
On the way, I passed campers in the Coke Field, inhabiting
everything from tents, trailers, made-over buses
and RVs of various sizes. I figured the people who have
this RV were doing their part to help women who
might not have health insurance, avoid
the expense of routine health exams.
How very, er, thoughtful.
About 30 minutes after the start of the sports car race,
a massive plume of black smoke arose behind
the grandstand outside Turn One. I went to the top
tier of seats to see what was going on and saw
a structure fully engulfed in flames. In addition to providing
facilities for RVs, the site is a trailer park
where people have homes. I later found out
that the air conditioner on an older RV is believed
to have overheated, starting the fire. No one
was inside the vehicle, probably at the track,
so no one was lost or injured.
After the storms broke up and moved out of the area,
the sun returned, bringing its best friend, humidity.
School is out for the summer, leaving this vast expanse of
the parking lot at Speedway High School, to absorb
the heat and reflect the glare from the early evening sun.
As I got closer to home, I walked through the park
where I found the playground full of little kids,
swarming all over the slides, swings, and climbing wall.
One of the soccer fields was being used
for a game by boys and men, while the other
corner was the scene of a sandlot softball game,
with teams made up of young men and women
of varying ages - teens to twenties. I was invited to play,
but whatever athleticism I had has become
a white turd, spent and annoying.
The odd thing, which I think is most telling about the
changes over the past several years, is that virtually everyone
I saw in this neighborhood park was Hispanic.
A few African American families were present, but
only one or two Caucasian kids dotted the mix.
This was not an accurate representation
of the neighborhood's population, for sure,
but more a reflection of the economic resources
available to the people who live here.