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March 19, 2000
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relatively sunday Bright and beautiful day for eXtreme dog walking with a bit of a cool breeze starting out. Something about spring makes even weeds look good. We parked in our usual spot just off West Lynn on 13th street. We walked out to the Mopac access and around about weaving our way through the neighborhood to Sweetish Hill. There was a guy getting on a motorcycle in a leather jacket with bones of back, front and arms stenciled on it. Among the other blooming things were bluebonnets in people's yards. We peeped a few shop windows, too. SuRu is remodeling so the redecorating bug has bitten her, too. We took off for Lockhart, Forrest's Mom's ancestral home, along with his cousin Robert (second, once removed) and Robert's two sons, daughter, daughter's girlfriend, and grandson. First stop was Black's barbeque. We loaded up on the barbeque and the fixin's. Then we walked around the square. The Caldwell County Court House is being refurbished. The stuff around the square looks a little sad and tawdry, though. Antiques shops, Westy's pharmacy surviving in spite of it all. The Swearingens posed on the steps of one of their family homes. Forrest had talked to the owners who weren't around. The place looked a lot the same, but they were in the middle of some refurbishing. Unfortunately, the lost German shephard we'd seen on the square wouldn't come with us to stand in for the dog next to Jessamin. Then we went around town stopping in front of places that were family homes, taking pictures. Including the park where a log cabin stood where Forrest's great grandmother was born. We stopped to see the Jesus tree. There was a traffic jam of pilgrims. Several talked earnestly about it. We saw nothing. Back in Austin we had a coffee at Mozart's and then sat on the patio at Four Seaons for drinks and appetizers and a nice sunset. A beautiful day, a nice bunch of folks. At the Four Seasons we talked of our careers, our past and the fact that we are all much more interesting than famous folk. And fortune we wished for, not fame.
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"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth." Thoreau, Walden |
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Swearingens 1914
Swearingens 2000
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