Archive for July, 2010

Meet Ashleigh Vroom

Posted by    |    July 29th, 2010 at 4:30 pm

When I first met Ashleigh I knew that she had the personality to just get things done.  And boy, does she get things done.  When she’s not with her family she’s busy organizing kid workshops, dog parades, art festivals, mural projects, garden centers, the Bark Park and keeping Deep Ellum on it’s toes through the Deep Ellum Foundation!

To get to know her more, check out the quick interview I just had with her:


Bark Park

Posted by    |    July 27th, 2010 at 11:16 am

Driving home from work yesterday I was inspired by the cooler weather, and by cooler weather I mean under 100 degrees.  I decided this would be the perfect time to take my seven year old indoor dog to the Bark Park.  He loved the idea, so off we went.  It was raining slightly so there was no one else there, but Sergeant didn’t mind and ran around like a two year old.  We played hide and go seek behind the large pillars and ran around so much that he actually hurt his foot.  I checked it over several times and couldn’t see a cut but he wouldn’t put his foot on the ground.  He was a complete trooper and walked home on three legs and didn’t complain once.  By the time we got home it seemed to do better after a bath and a Frosty Paws ice cream treat.

The Bark Park was a fun place to let Sergeant run around free and I liked the bench in the shade to take a break and they had a vending machine of dog goodies plus drinks for the humans.  They have several water fountains for owners and their pets and waste stations that were strategically placed.

Good job Deep Ellum and thank you Deep Ellum Foundation for taking great care of it!

Bob = An Original

Posted by    |    July 17th, 2010 at 12:48 pm

We first bumped into Bob in 2007. It was a sweltering July night and we were part of a restless crowd at Sons of Hermann Hall waiting for the next act to come on. Our group was hot and irritated. Suddenly, out of the darkness appeared this strange little man in an orange shirt and blue fedora  playing a keyboard. He stood right in front of us, dancing, grinning, and playing — sort of — for more than 30 minutes. Without a word, Bob changed our mood, getting the whole gang into it. We all took pictures, high-fived Bob, and talked about him all the way home. On that night, Bob stole the show.