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The Cowboy Store in Kerrville is gone.
Karen had agreed to accompany me on my search for a pearl snap shirt, a semi-annual ritual during our summer and Christmas vacations to Kerrville, her hometown, from New York City, mine, and where we live now.
I became somewhat taken with this style of shirt upon seeing it worn [...]
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A knowing look, a sure step
The 250-watt floodlight on top of the billboard that was aimed at us all but enveloped the Crider’s sign as I looked through my digital camera’s viewfinder, preventing me from getting a good snapshot of the rodeo and dancehall’s name spelled with a hemp rope and outlined by small white Christmas bulbs.
At the plywood kiosk, [...]
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I knew they weren’t real pearl
Tonight is our annual pilgrimage to Crider’s, spelled with a rope, the site of the Hunt, Texas rodeo and dance. Those of you who have read this blog for some time, or those of you from the Hill Country, know why I wrote the first sentence the way I did.
The word “Crider’s” is spelled with [...]
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