It’s where my hair dresser used to cut hair a decade and half ago. She worked in the salon down there on the end on the right side in the first picture. It’s the two story gray building. She was the only one in town, several towns who cut my hair just right and then she retired from clippin’ hair. I’ve always wondered where she ended up. Her name was Cindy. Once in a while (pre-covid), my son and I come down here to Pirate Island for a slice of pizza. The food is/was good but if going at meal time we often waited a while. And this is no significant review of the restaurant. In these small towns where everyone knows everyone else and you aren’t in that mix, you may have to wait quite a bit longer for the servers to chat with the customers who they all know before they get to your table. More than once. But I’ll go back, probably order by phone first if they are still open. This Covid-19 pandemic has changed up business. Next door to the pizza place is Manuelito’s Mexican Restaurant. Fabulous little place and gets busy especially on Sunday’s after church. They are my break from Hacienda, in Whitesboro, who also has a great menu and delicious meals, but when that’s the only place in town, you look for something slightly different and Manuelito’s does not disappoint.
When I shot this picture it was in March when we were all ordered to stay in there were few people roaming the streets. The 377 was busy but it’s the main drag through this town. One can only stay in before going mad and others need to be checked on who are more at risk of colliding with the disasters of this world. There is a cross street down at the end of these string of stores, Hughes. Situated on the south side of the street have been most always a junk/thrift shop or two, an antique store, and if I recall, a small eatery. Was it donuts or catfish? You can find both around these parts. It never fails to run into a friend while browsing through the second hand items in the junk stores. I don’t know why that is but there is always someone I know dropping off or picking up collections of housewares. The things people collect.
Now that I’ve written this, I must return and travel through town to take Collinsville’s blood pressure and learn how it has survived the 2020 pandemic. We pray that businesses have survived, grown, evolved to meet the needs of the community and their citizens. We wish that for everyone. And I’ll have to grab a slice of pizza and a Coke while passing through.