O.K., the first of two self-referential familial blog item of the day. I am looking at my own street with Google Maps Street View, the way everybody told me to. I see my own house. Wow. I see my own car. Wow. I click on the arrow and go on down the street.
I turn the corner on Glendale, and …. WOW! I see MYSELF! I’m in Google maps! WOW!
I am walking my poor old Wiener-mat dog, Otto, and my son’s fat little terrier, Skeeter, and I have stopped to have a chat with my neighbor, Jordan Kaiser, who has pulled up to the curb in his car. I zoom in a little closer. Yup. Those are my dogs. That’s Jordan’s car. I look at myself. And I think, “You know, I’m really in a lot better shape than I give myself credit for. I’m actually kinda buff. And my hair looks great! Like it grew back or something. Carol Reed’s not the only one in town with sumphin’ to show.”
I zoom in a little more to admire myself. Waaaaaaait a minute! I zoom in all the way. That’s not me.
It’s my son!
The thrill, the suspense, the heartbreak of Google Maps. --Jim Schutze
Keep the Dallas Observer Free... Since we started the Dallas Observer, it has been defined as the free, independent voice of Dallas, and we would like to keep it that way. Offering our readers free access to incisive coverage of local news, food and culture. Producing stories on everything from political scandals to the hottest new bands, with gutsy reporting, stylish writing, and staffers who've won everything from the Society of Professional Journalists' Sigma Delta Chi feature-writing award to the Casey Medal for Meritorious Journalism. But with local journalism's existence under siege and advertising revenue setbacks having a larger impact, it is important now more than ever for us to rally support behind funding our local journalism. You can help by participating in our "I Support" membership program, allowing us to keep covering Dallas with no paywalls.