All concrete dogs go to Frazier’s Concrete Heaven
I really enjoy eclectic junk stores. The kind of places that have things that you just don’t find in normal stores. And things that most people probably should never even consider buying.
Just north of Hempstead, at the junction of U.S. 290 and Texas 6, there’s a place called Frazier’s Concrete Heaven. Well, actually, they changed the name a few years ago to Frazier’s Ornamental & Architectural Concrete (I guess in an attempt to pander to all those rich folk driving to their weekend homes in the hill country), but for me it’ll always be Concrete Heaven. I mean, come on, when you sell giant concrete donkeys, how snooty can you be? And the non-concrete items they sell are also kinda out there too.
Last weekend, The Boy and I were coming back from Houston and decided to stop there and take a look around. Although we go past it at least every couple of weeks on our way to and from The Swamp, we only stop there once in a blue moon (generally whenever I’m feeling mischevious and The Wife isn’t in the car because she can be a major killjoy on stuff like this).
So even though it was a billion degrees outside, The Boy and I tromped around the grounds to see what we could find. Apparently The Boy was in the proper state of mind for our little excursion, because he excitedly did the mini buffalo ranch chicken sandwich dance in between two faux buffalo and found some higher ground to welcome our alien visitors.
As usual, I found about a million different things to buy that would annoy our neighbors if we plunked them down in the front yard, but I abstained from making any purchases. Giant concrete things are kind of expensive. Some of the fountains and urns they have cost thousands of dollars and even the odd stone greyhound will set you back a couple of hundred bucks.
If I ever win the lottery though, watch out. Everyone’s getting a giant mushroom for Christmas.
Fries at the bottom of the bag
- The Girl has unlocked the secret of the multi-colored plastic rings.
- The Cat and The Dog have decided it’s too hot to fight.
- This does not compute.
- By omitting just a single word, you can make any company sound like a total cheapskate.
- I guess anything’s possible after they brought back Spock, but this guy is probably right on this one.
- Melodramatic much? Imagine if he scarfed down another one.
Concrete statues are amusing, the presidents’ heads on 288 crack me up…and the metal statues just a little north of them confuse me to no end. glad you have a son to enjoy exploring that with you..I think I’d be a killjoy
I think Clint wants one of the giant Gorillas.
Looking for a Giant Chicken can you help?
I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a giant chicken out there before, Gary. I’d give them a call: (979) 921-2906.