Fredricksburgh Texas – Java Ranch Bar and Café
I'm on my way to Enchanted Rock (I gather it's sort of like the American version of Ayres Rock). It’s drizzling – they sure need that ran and the cool weather is nice – it's the local consensus around here. But one small drizzly gray day will not eliminate the burn bans. I came into town for gasoline and
an opportunity to sign onto the Internet (do you have Wi-Fi?) and I recharge my mobile phone and since its after noon, I can buy some wine (no alcohol before noon on Sunday). In Lampasas they set by Black Box of Merlot aside – can’t sell you that yet (it was only 9AM). Liquor laws are one of the few remaining means by which local authorities can exercise jurisdiction without Federal interference (and as a result they can be mighty peculiar).
In Lukenback with Willie and the Boys. Yes, its just down the road a piece (no more than a few houses and a sign) and I passed through Crawford (have you forgotten it so soon) on the way to Mother Neff. There was one ranch with ten pickup trucks parked in front – only gentleman ranchers (a polite way of saying someone who pretends to ranch) drive such colorful pickups (working vehicles in Texas are always white) but since none of them were black (the ubiquitous color of the Secret Service) it was probably not the Bush Ranch. I didn’t bother to stop and enquire
Life with its tricks has a zest that Utopia would never have – Frank O’Hara
I sort of like the notion
Of no place to retreat to
There being nothing to
Fall back to
But I detest the idea
Of not having a choice
Mother Neff State Park, Moody Texas
Colorado Bend State Park, Bend Texas
Enchanted Rock State Natural Area, Fredricksburgh Texas
Man as the quintessence of his possibilities, potential man, the unwritten poem of his existence, confronts man as recorded fact, as reality, as character – Robert Musil
The time that you get up
And the time you get
Your first cup
When all the birds are
Chirping
And you want to yell
Shut up!
Well, that is now
And the pot has just
Begun to perk
Oh Rodney!, dese wounds ve have inflicted on each odder are a bound! – Greta Garbo
Well I must be moving on. Gotta set up camp. Transition back to the primitive.
I'm on my way to Enchanted Rock (I gather it's sort of like the American version of Ayres Rock). It’s drizzling – they sure need that ran and the cool weather is nice – it's the local consensus around here. But one small drizzly gray day will not eliminate the burn bans. I came into town for gasoline and
an opportunity to sign onto the Internet (do you have Wi-Fi?) and I recharge my mobile phone and since its after noon, I can buy some wine (no alcohol before noon on Sunday). In Lampasas they set by Black Box of Merlot aside – can’t sell you that yet (it was only 9AM). Liquor laws are one of the few remaining means by which local authorities can exercise jurisdiction without Federal interference (and as a result they can be mighty peculiar).In Lukenback with Willie and the Boys. Yes, its just down the road a piece (no more than a few houses and a sign) and I passed through Crawford (have you forgotten it so soon) on the way to Mother Neff. There was one ranch with ten pickup trucks parked in front – only gentleman ranchers (a polite way of saying someone who pretends to ranch) drive such colorful pickups (working vehicles in Texas are always white) but since none of them were black (the ubiquitous color of the Secret Service) it was probably not the Bush Ranch. I didn’t bother to stop and enquire
Life with its tricks has a zest that Utopia would never have – Frank O’Hara
I sort of like the notion
Of no place to retreat to
There being nothing to
Fall back to
But I detest the idea
Of not having a choice
Mother Neff State Park, Moody Texas
Colorado Bend State Park, Bend Texas
Enchanted Rock State Natural Area, Fredricksburgh Texas
Man as the quintessence of his possibilities, potential man, the unwritten poem of his existence, confronts man as recorded fact, as reality, as character – Robert Musil
The time that you get up
And the time you get
Your first cup
When all the birds are
Chirping
And you want to yell
Shut up!
Well, that is now
And the pot has just
Begun to perk
Oh Rodney!, dese wounds ve have inflicted on each odder are a bound! – Greta Garbo
Well I must be moving on. Gotta set up camp. Transition back to the primitive.
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