A FIRST-CENTURY FOO DOG, A 19TH-CENTURY CHURCH, AN OLD GOAT

ON FIRST GLANCE there appears to be nothing north of the LBJ Freeway more than 15 minutes old■ So fast has the cotton prairie become a dense cluster of structures hastily thrown like children’s toys, that buildings just four years old qualify for historical markers■ There seems to be no history, no shoals or deeps, no tides of life and death, only instant, twinkling of an eye, presto■ The Rush Hour Epoch’s leaders reminisce themselves into a stupor, recalling 1978 Gulf full-service stations■ Still, even in the aptly named “Golden Corridor”-the rectangle east of Marsh Lane, south of Trinity Mills, west of Central Expressway-a few antiquarian relics survive■ They seem quaint and simple and peaceful in contrast with the allegro furioso tempo of their surroundings■