Perhaps the improved railscape and new structures that face the tracks and the streeta nd the attractive opportunities they will have for shopping and dining will attract riders off the trains to "Take a Break from driving and visit Riverside" and do it without their cars. You'll need a reservation for the Watertower Bistro or Corbis Pizza d'Resistance on the Piazza. " Just remember not to litter."
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spatny, I like the idea of making Riverside more pedestrian oriented. It IS one thing that I liked in the TOD.
I talked about such things here, too
http://www.riversideinfo.org/forum/topic.php?id=16&replies=32
The pictures above that I posted were a rough attempt to also express that cotswold vision or cachet. But this is admittedly MAX. In fact, I have a request to mr admin to move my whole cotswold post to a new thread on MAX visions.
admin edit: http://www.riversideinfo.org/forum/topic.php?id=159&replies=1#post-2318
Aristotle talked about the golden mean, so the Mid might be something to shoot for. Or, to characterize Tim's thinking, 'How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.'
One question to you: in your "Take a Break from driving and visit Riverside" campaign,
Where will they park? I bet that we can re-arrange and redefine and re-use our existing space for those first few bites of the elephant.
Or will they come in from the train? I like that a lot. In that case, spruce up the old DT, get some more chew chews in there, and market our SMALLNESS. Yes, our town is eminently small. So what can you do with small? you can walk, do the horse and buggy thing, the mackinaw island thing; 'a rural oasis', Concorde midwest. I WANT STRINGS. GIVE ME VIOLINS.(the truman show) -*something* like this. have MORE docent led tours. play UP our town. 'You are walking in a masterpiece of art and architecture.' Expound on the reasons. Ohh, say our guests.
"Welcome to Riverside, a town that time forgot, and where NOTHING CAN GO WRONG...."
spatny, I like your Pizza d'Resistance, too. I never meant a pun I did not like.
mike
The train corridor is fairly dull, and then RIVERSIDE. Out the windows of the Metraliner you see Cafe's under the trees, the Watertower lit up, a whole new trainscape for thouse thousands going by everyday.
"Hey Matilda, let's stop in Riverside, have a pizza and a bottle of Montepulciano at Corbis, catch a coffee at the Bistro and then take the train in two hours."
" Oh Bruno, that's a good idea. Then I can show you that neat lingerie I saw at the Village Corsetrie last week. You'll love it. And everything's so close to the station. Maybe we'll even have time for a little walk in the Swan Pond. Hint. Hint. Riverside is so romantic.
OR-
"Mother, I'm glad you visited that EDC Booth at the Brookfield Zoo and got that nice little brochure on Riverside. Let's go and look at some of the nice old houses and have a bite at Corbis. They're such nice, friendly folks."
Now that's brickwork. Also fine stuff over arch doors and windows at Central school. Contrast to work and detail at VC. Look at those crappy archi-stone (cement) lintels over the windows on the front. Ugh! And look at the lack of finish bricks on the entrance posts. That will be a good place to put my cigars when I want to go into Corbi's Pizzeria.
Or how about this?
Elmira Heights, N.Y., Dec. 30, 1955: Oakwood and Glenwood Avenues
If you're feeling nostalgic with an hour to kill, I highly recommend you visit this site:
http://plan59.com/main.htm
Henderson Pure Oil, which was where Riverside Garage is today, was much like that. A coke machine with those green glass bottles so cold that the first sip seared the roof of your mouth. A rubber tube on the drive you rolled over and rang the bell. I'd be washing or greasing a car and old Bud would yell, "On the Drive." I'd wipe my hands, go out, wait on the lady, give her ten gallons of gas for three dollars, wash the windshield, check the oil and water, and maybe have to put air in the tires. If it was hot summer and she had her skirt up to the top of her nylons we polished the windows til they gleamed. Then it was back to the wash rack, the oil change, breaking down and fixing a tire. It was called "A Service Station." Golden Days of Youth. We didn't know how screwed up the lawyers and banks had made everything - if we had five bucks we could take our girlfriends out in those rolling palaces we had then, get a pizza and some beer and three gallons of gas. Enough to get us up to the Boy Scout Cabin. What great times. This last summer we had our 50th RBHS reunion. Many people back - over a hundred. On Dec. 27th one of my best pals had a severe heart attack, had to be airlifted to Wash. D.C., but is OK now. Moral - we are all but one heartbeat from eternity. Don't let the philistines ruin your day You know, when I went to the U of I it was just after SPUTNIK, and they were trying to turn every farmer into an engineer. Liberal arts went out the window. I went to Taliesin. The point is, we are doing it again, only this time the kids don't know any better because they have no experience with anything else. Look at the 60s, and then look at today. Where are the idealists. Working for a bank and striving for a Beemer is not idealism. You do what you want, I'm going to plant more trees.
I came across this video / song concerning "Home". Great pictures . great song. Great title of the album, 'Everything That Happens Will Happen Today' (makes one think). Looks like david byrne and brian eno are still cooking up listenable things.
FASCINATING thread. I had no idea this website dates back 3 years. And this is a good reason to write things down, so in case the owner of the websites decide they have enough, all of the wonderful musings are not lost. what else have I missed? how many people have come and gone?
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