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Discussion in 'The Okie Corral' started by Jayzod, Feb 21, 2010.
Just got back from a trip to Texas today and I had to share this picture I took...
Gotta support that!
That's up around Shulenberg isn't it?
Very small web site.
God Bless Texas!
Oh man I have to go there, sounds like my type of place.
Where in Texas is this?
Schulenburg off I-10 halfway b/w Houston and San Antonio.
This is another popular sign in Uvalde from the Bottle n Bag. They don't sell guns anymore(IIRC), but the sign is/was still there.
I wonder if they will hand the form out the window for your background check.
How, how, how...
This place is on Highway 380, east of McKinney, Texas, near Princeton.....I keep meaning to stop in when I pass by, but it's usually on a Sunday...
There used to be a place in Bentonville that was called Mother's Donuts and Pizza.
It looks like a great place to visit.
Yes from what I can remember...
thats my house on hte right about half way down , I love this place as the Chicken ranch is only 3 miles away (ok use to be )
DRZ and Rabbi:
In the late '60's, when I was a student at the University of Texas at Austin, I probably went to La Grange and TBLWHIT about every other week for three or so years.
We didn't think that was unusual; it was just the way it was. A cry would go out "La Grange!" or "The Chicken Ranch!" and if you didn't have a test the next day, off you went. It was about an hour and a half drive.
A number of times while sitting in the waiting room, we saw the Lieutenant Governor or a powerful State Senator going in before us. That didn't piss us off, it was just the way things were done in those days.
The two colleges that hated each other the most were Texas University and Texas A&M. So, in the waiting room, the Texas boys were on one side and the A&M boys were on the other.
There was a small, black, stern, serious woman, whose name was Emma, I think, and she had a double-barreled shotgun to make sure that there were no fights or other tomfoolery going on between the waiting room denizens.
Ah, the glory days of the '60's in the Hill Country of Texas and being nineteen years old.