Yes, there is a downtown in Lake Jackson. It is formed around a fan-shaped layout of streets designed by Alden B. Dow when his family decided to build a chemical plant here in 1943 to make chemicals and to mine magnesium from sea water to support the war effort. The streets have names like Parking Way, Center Way, Circle Way, This Way and That Way. I have lived here thirty-eight years and I still get lost in the downtown area and it runs less than three quarters of a mile from one end to the other.
I was tired of walking the same route from our home around the nearby blocks. So I drove over to the mid-town area and parked the car in front of the State Farm office. The town was locked up. On a normal Tuesday afternoon, there would be a goodly hum of business in the restaurants and professional offices. Today, nothing.
It turned out to be a good day to see some things that I had never seen before. And some that I have seen and just ignored. Here’s an example of the latter from the outer wall of the Fill Station BBQ joint:
Moving on down the block to the area behind the old, restored offices of architect, Alden B. Dow I stumbled across something I had not seen in Lake Jackson – homelessness. I knew we had it but somehow it had always stayed hidden from view. No longer.
A bed that does not look so comforable. 
Hanging out the jeans to dry.
And then, on around a few more turns, I found this stone in front of the Lake Jackson Library with good advice for the newly homebound from the Friends of the Library.
There are all kinds of little treasures you can see only if you carry a camera around on your coronavirus walk. Get to know your own town a little better and share your pictures with friends. You can see more of mine on my Flickr site.
Then wash your hands.
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