Daily Archives: December 22, 2014

Ashville Circle 01

“The Ashville Circle was where it was all heading, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Put up your map and let’s examine.




This is the head, Hucka D. The man, John Lynndon as we’ve come to call him, puts his hand in the middle of the sewer top to indicate the circle. This is point A on the map above, 0.32 miles from the Hart. The radius of the [Ashville Circle] in other words, is 0.32 miles. Cherry Avenue, the spinal diameter of the circle, also tilts from true north at about a 32 degree angle. Worth noting.

Hucka D.:



Do you think John is a homeless person?

Hucka D.:



Do you think the hand indicates more than it seems?

Hucka D.:



Clock[ hand]? [no answer]




Hucka D. has gone back to bed. In concocting the circle yesterday, I was aided by the fact that several more intersections apart from those involving Cherry Avenue seem to be highlighted, including this one to the west. The intersection appears to be on the outer edge of a neighborhood we’ve dubbed Apricot-Bone. Not sure if that name will stick, however. The east-west road involved here is Banana Street again, famous for the Ingleboort and Flaarph invested house next to Linden Creek. That particular house lies more toward the E, or center, of the A’ville Circle, with Banana Street peeling off (sorry) from Cherry Avenue near there as well.

In visiting the intersection via Google Earth Street View, I was very surprised to find something more unusual going on. The conjunction of Banana Street and the side road we’ll call Cone was calm itself.


But one Street View camera shot down Cone manifests a figure sitting in the middle of the road, which turns out to be a teenager.


The girl appears to see or hear the Google Earth car approaching, and moves out of the way. We get a good look at her…


… and also glimpse the person sitting on the front stairs of a home across the road she is interacting with in some fashion. Wish Hucka D. was still around to possibly tell us more about the story. Ohl well.



“It’s not Cone. It’s *Bone*. Now leave me alone so I can get some shuteye before my big meeting next year!”


So Hucka D. says the side street is named Bone, hence the latter part of the neighborhood appellation Apricot-Bone. Makes sense. Or maybe it’s Pineapple. Better keep that to myself. But then there’s this: Fred Cone from Pine Apple, Alabama, as talked about by comedian Jerry Clower on his 1974 Country Ham album.

Also here:


“I didn’t play high school football because we didn’t have enough kids to field a team,” he said.


This intersection is near the south end of Cherry Avenue…


… first highlighted here. The two sets of walkers are shoulder to shoulder at this intersection of Cherry and [insert: Apricot] when we enter the former in Street View from the south.


[Apricot]-Cherry intersection. Pinball machine traffic islands dead ahead.



Also helping delineate the Asheville Circle is this intersection to the east, involving the oddly coined Hartichoke and a larger artery named Berry Avenue, running parallel to Cherry appropriately enough.

No, I’ve woken up Hucka D. again in my stupidity and he’s indicated that Hartichoke is actually named Salad. He says not to bother him now until February. So I suppose — have to be careful here — that Salad is named after Salad Bar Jack, the famous Mmmmmm actor. I hear Hucka D.’s little hard feet hitting the floor next to the bed so I suppose I’m wrong again. “What’s that Hucka D.?” I shout toward the bedroom as he roars his disaproval again. Then I hear the window shatter and he’s gone — flown away to a better resting place, I suppose. So with him gone I’m going to leave it that Salad Place was named after Salad Bar Jack.

But anyway… there’s an island present at the meeting of Salad and Berry. Not sure what it means yet, if anything. But it probably does.


Since the traffic island isn’t present in the below Street View snapshot from 2008 and is in the 2012 snapshot above, we can deduce it was created between 2008 and 2012, obviously.



This point marks the Hart or center of our circle, corresponding with the meeting of Salad and Cherry this time. This is no mere Thomas Benton we’re talking about here.




My uneducated guess is that this is Salad Bar Jack’s retirement home in Ashville, bought with hard earned film royalty money. His “place” as it were.


Could be wrong of course.


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Ashville Revisited

It was a cool and overcast day yesterday when I decided to head to Ashville to check out more recent Google Maps based oddities. Nothing earthshaking found, but I’m starting to fill in a larger picture. I continue to believe a lot of it, a lot of what the energy is channeled through, has to do with that stream I call Linden Creek running between Cherry and Lime streets.

Below we have a conjunction of Linden Creek (top) with Read Creek (left) at the southern edge of Earl Weaver Park. As I’ve stated before, the 2 flows are about equal here, perhaps opening a debate over which creek name should have yielded to which. Read Creek won out in this reality. In another it may have been a different outcome.


Bamboo and fence bordering Cherry Ave. not far from Linden’s mouth.


A perhaps peculiar design has been painted on the fence. Is is a map of the stream existing not far behind it. Do the joined red spots to the left indicate a mouth for the stream creature? Do the 2 dots indicate 2 different choices that the name of the combined stream could take, even? Things to be asking.


Linden Creek from Banana Street, just as it passes the house formerly (presently?) inhabited by Ingleboort and Flaarph’s friends George and Harriet. Another strange thing about this house I found out yesterday: a hiding fence has been erected all along its north and back side, and a cement patio has been built right next to the creek to the north. Is this where G and H commune with the creek and learn more of its secrets? Is this where I and F first appeared to them? Did I and F at some point tell them they should pose for Google Earth Street View when the camera topped car drove by at a specific time in May 2012? “Sit on the porch just like this,” they might have said, perhaps telepathically. “We’ll sit in the yard just below you.” “It should look like we are 2 sets of twins, one mirroring the other,” they might have additionally thought only to themselves. And so it came to pass.


Colors of TILE on Lime Street not far from George and Harriet’s once more. Perhaps the site of a TILE Temple in the past, Linden Creek style. A past marker as it were.


Linden Creek looking in the other direction away from G and H’s on Banana Street, or toward its juncture with Read Creek only about 30 yards distant from here.


More interesting bamboo enclosed house on Cherry Avenue. I believe there’s a good chance the inhabitants know the secret of Linden Creek as well and the power it holds.


At least 5 of the 7 dwarves from Snow White pose beside rocks in front of this house. I’m not sure what they have to do with the Linden Creek avatars like I and F, but perhaps something (!). And there’s another Japanese torii fronting the place; could be a secret totem indicating knowledge of the creek’s power for others in the know to see and understand. Maybe they even have meet-ups(?).

And perhaps that colorful flag bunting is another secret indicator of wisdom.


Further upstream, we catch a good glimpse of Linden Creek through a fence on [fill in the blank] street. I was quite surprised how large the creek is here. No tiny affair we’re dealing with.


Cherry Avenue’s southern set of traffic isles, once more. Said to, “look like something you’d find in a pinball machine” by one critic.


Bamboo bordering Linden Creek or marking its flow appears in ample amounts behind Cherry Avenue and Lime Street houses.


Still on Cherry Avenue: interesting house mural. Again I must ask: does it secretly tell the story of the creek’s native inhabitants? I’ll have to get a better picture of the mural soon.


Bamboo backed fence again, looking toward the Norwegian Wood neighborhood. Although I visited the latter as well this day, I didn’t snap any pictures. Again: rectification soon enough! Ashville is not that far away.


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