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No Swimming
I’ve been to this swimming pool before, five years ago, and made almost exactly this same photo. I know what I like, right? (Or I’m in a half-decade-long rut.)
But wait – coming soon to this very blog is a photo of a small-town swimming pool that is still in operation! Aren’t you so excited?
Spur, Texas
photographed 6.10.2020
Senior ’66
I don’t think that members of the class of 1966 are really buried in the city park, but that sort of is what it looks like.
(Also: Galveston? Galveston is more than 500 miles away, so who knows what’s going on.)
Spur, Texas
photographed 6.10.2020
Center Things
I am thinking of utilizing my spare time to work on a Nebraskan-English dictionary. My late mother-in-law and I could have definitely benefited from such a thing, if you see where I am headed.
Anyway, I’ve already got the first entry:
Nebraskan: center things
English: all those things in the middle of the table
So far, Nebraskan seems a more concise language…
Spur, Texas
photographed 10.12.2019
Declare glory
I surely did like these jaunty curtains at the Dixie Dog in Spur. And check out the lettered Bible verse there in the window!
Pro tip: if you eat there, you and your travel/photography companion can split an order of fries. And you’ll still have some left.
Spur, Texas
photographed 10.12.2019
Order Window
If having a crush on a town is a thing, then I am pretty sure I have a crush on Spur. I go there often, and always find interesting things (like telephones or swimming pools or mysterious signs.)
On this particular trip, my friend Mary and I stopped for lunch at the Dixie Dog; we sat at the counter, which is how we were able to hear the cook say, when she’d caught up with the lunch orders, that she was going to step outside and smoke “a piece” of her cigarette.
How can you not have a crush on a town when you can hear something like that?
the Dixie Dog
Spur, Texas
photographed 3.14.2015
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