Surprisingly, a man emerged from a neighboring house near the car wash. He saw the little black dog, went away and later came back with some old pizza. The dogs began eating it. I walked away, back to the Red Line platform. I turned and the man & dog were gone. Could he have rescued it from certain death on the road? I hoped. Again I prayed.
After feeling like I myself had been hit by a train, I caught the light rail and rode into the darkness, emerging in the Herman Park area. I walked around in that lovely area, sitting by a large fountain and certain I was alone, began to cry openly. I was so hurt by all that animal cruelty. My nice trip had turned sour; I would never visit Houston again!
But I did return, just two weeks ago. With friends. And I swore I would not ride to Northline. But I did. Recalling the vents of last year's visit, I found my self looking, up every corner, down every street. On the tracks, the roadway. I could hear my mom's voice in my head telling me I was looking for trouble. But I just had to see, to know if things were ok. I saw the house with the boarded up windows, and two dogs in the yard. I passed by the car wash at Moody Park. I emerged at Northline HCC. Plenty of traffic, many buses entering and leaving. The place was now more fenced in, more secure some how. I felt a bit more satisfied, perhaps things had improved. I got on the Red Line and the train left.. And two stray dogs strolled down the lonely side street.