I have been through Crosbyton about a million times and for some reason I’d never bothered to stop to photograph their municipal swimming pool. My regular reader(s) may recall that I have sort of a thing for small town swimming pools; I cannot explain what I had not stopped here before now.
To my credit, though, I did stop as soon as I thought about, well, stopping.
After a trip to Nebraska, my friend Andy wrote the first two lines of a poem about the state:
God bless Nebraska, where everyone is nice.
God bless Nebraska, where ketchup is a spice.
What I don’t know is if Nebraska has actual Fancy Ketchup, the way this recently-departed Dairy Queen did.
It’s easy to lament, the way I did yesterday, the loss of a local institution. However, I can say with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t have stopped to make photos of a still-in-business Dairy Queen. So there’s that.
About five or six times a year, I head over to Crosbyton, Texas, for a meeting. About four or five times a year, I somehow overlook grabbing my camera before I leave. This time, though, not only did I have my camera, but I got to town a little early and had time to circle the block to get this shot.
I’d say it’s been a while since the citizens of Crosbyton donated “gifts” that resulted in this mural.
It’s also been a while since there was passenger train service in Crosbyton, so the depot depicted here (I guess) represents the artist’s nostalgia over bygone days when one could catch a train to…somewhere. The Texas Historical Society has this to say about trains, “On April 10, 1911, the first train left on the Crosbyton-South Plains Railroad.” No word on where it was going, if it ever came back, if there were any subsequent departures.