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We are sorry (we are)

“I am very fond of the out-of-business sign on the door, and the way it takes on a sort of beat-poet vibe,” the photographer said as she snapped her fingers and yearned for a beret.

Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017

Fancy Ketchup

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.

Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017

Thank You, Thank You

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.

Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017

by the gifts of the citizens

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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.

Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 10.21.2013

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