Maybe I misjudged the place

I’ve lived almost my whole life in the western part of Texas, so I think I know how to read a place accurately and quickly.

Turns out, I’m not as good at that as I thought: I did not think Fort Stockton was the kind of place that would need a tuxedo store…

Fort Stockton, Texas
photographed 7.13.2018

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