One of the scariest events, to me, is looking at the appointment book, seeing I’ve got a phone reading penciled in at a certain time, and then, for the life of me, not knowing who is going to be calling. Couldn’t remember a thing.
The plans cut short my afternoon walk, but I did get by Sandy’s for an afternoon repast.
There was a car in line at the drive-thru, and I had that sickly, “I’ve seen this before” feeling. I couldn’t place it – at first. Older chevy with tinted window, and more than a few whiskey dings. Lots of road rash.
Bubba’s old chevy?
No, it wasn’t, but it sure looked like it. Which then started a long and meandering sojourn down the dark pathways of the mind, thinking back to 1998….
Glad that’s over with.
Weird flashback moment, Sandy’s a few years ago. Eating there because we couldn’t afford anything else. I remember robbing the laundry quarters to get some dinner money.
While I was out, came across a German couple from Hamburg, lost as could be, and looking for a park. Each of the couple had an Austin map, trying to get their bearings. I pointed them towards the SRV statue, and it was all good.
Despite my name, German is a language barrier for me. I tried Mexican (Spanish with an American accent) and French, to no avail. I’ll suppose I’m just another odd duck in their travels.
I would’ve lapsed into history, as a portion of Texas was settled/colonized by Germans. big German communities, just south of here. But there was that language thing.
They inquired about how close was Killeen, and I suggested it wasn’t too far by Texas standards.
Fish pic of the day:
