prairie point

We were in Houston for a birthday party on Saturday and drove back home on Sunday. The weather was beautiful and we had nowhere we had to be, so we got off the Interstate and drove the back roads for awhile. There was hardly any traffic and we could drive slow without feeling like we were in anybody’s way. We stopped to fill the tank at a crossroads and for a minute I thought I might be in Mayberry. Two men, one black, one white, were sitting out in front of the station drinking Cokes and just passing the time, like there was nothing else to do in the world. In Mexia we cruised around to look at some of the old gingerbread houses from the turn of the century - previous century, that is.