TheWild,Wild South…(Of Houston) Part 2
No one will ever question our loyalty and our life long love with SoHo, not only as a neighborhood but as a frame of mind as well. We long for the days when it was the wild, wild south and artists roamed the cobble stone streets and lived and worked in huge open spaces left for dead by defunct factories. Slowly the galleries followed the artists and then restaurants followed the galleries and the folks with money followed the restaurants and the stores followed the folks with money and soon the artists were gone and all that remains are our warm memories of a time gone by. The days when bohemians sat in Fanelli’s sipping whisky and discussing art and politics, (still our main theme here at SoHo Journal Magazine) may be gone but our Woody Allen like fascination hasn’t ended and at times the streets feel the same as they did; very early on a Saturday morning or very late on a Thursday night the ghosts of modern thinkers and revolutionaries still haunt the ragged cobblestones.