"Monday, Monday, can't trust that day;
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be.
Oh, Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me?
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah.
But whenever Monday comes - but whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying all of the time."
Monday, Monday
by the Mamas and the Papas
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During the 1950's the world price for cotton was posted out of Brownsville. It was the center for cotton grading and trading. Today, it couldn't give you a good quote for a pile of dog shit.
ReplyDeleteI knew a girl in Brownsville in the 60's whose father was a cotton trader. I was sort of intrigued by making a living that way. Someone driving by the so-called Port of Harlingen, seeing the cotton shipped there would have no idea how big the crop once was in the valle.
DeleteJim
Most of the cotton came from Tamaulipas. Hundreds of trucks a day would come across the river and go to the compresses so the cotton bails could be shipped out of the port of Brownsville. The relics of the gins and compresses are mostly gone now. A few were later used by ropa usada pickers, Brownsville's new economic growth engine.
DeleteBrownsville is on the fast tract to fail royally just like Detroit. FYI both cities run by democRATA ( we're going straight to the sewer)!
ReplyDeleteBrownsville is on the fast tract to fail royally just like Detroit.
ReplyDeleteThat should be "track," not "tract, ya hack! People like you make me puke. How can any person be so dumb? ja ja ja
Rey
Ironic that you have a picture of a once thriving cotton trading company office over the old Coca Cola building. The latter is still booming in its production of liquid diabetes to a city with some of the highest obesity and diabetes rates on the face of the earth.
ReplyDeleteJim, I'm severely surprised you haven't received compliments for the pics yet. From the IMP, as Bobby calls him. LOL!!!
ReplyDeleteDags.