I think my parents don’t really get the importance, the literary value of Woody Creek Tavern. Wasn’t lost on me, though. I reveled {{popup uspswc.jpg uspswc 320×240}}in where I was, to me, a literary milestone of some sort.
Actually, it’s just another seedy dive where the “lunch special” costs too much. {{popup woodcreek.jpg woodcreek 320×240}}But fun place, nonetheless.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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