Honkeytonks and boot leg joints.
When I was in my youth, there were a number of honkeytonks and boot leg joints all around. Once liquor by the drink passed in the 1980s, all those places dried up. There used to be a cutting or shooting every Friday and Saturday night, but no more. Beer...
My grandson Sam getting ready to head out with me to work. He's holding his great-great grandfather's lunch pail from the 1920s. I wonder how many times his great-great grandfather sat on those very same steps prior to leaving for work.
OK, so it wasn't a "Sunday drive" but a Saturday drive. Just about the same thing.
Yesterday, my wife, Anne, and I got back from another grand adventure. We left out yesterday morning in the '27 Bugatti and headed up Curtis Creek road (a winding single lane mountain dirt road) to the Blue...
Thanks for the kind words.
The old railway station looks like a place I'd like to visit. I'm always glad when older buildings can be saved and repurposed.
I especially like this one, as I believe it looks exactly like the one my great uncle Malcolm Jimerson had in the Spanish American War. I grew up hearing stories about Malcolm from my grandmother. Malcolm was her only brother and he died in 1898 duringt War. His death was a tremendous...
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