As I write this I am unable to post. But I am sure it will happen.
I have been driving around the city with my sister and brother in law. I feel as if we are a cartoon of what I used to think when I saw older people touring around together. When I was young, we called the men “square hats”, a self explanatory term.
Yesterday I said that I wanted to go outside the city to the countryside. Houston is flat like Los Angeles proper, only more so. To get an elevation you have to go to a high rise or to a lesser extent, be on the top ramp of a freeway interchange. What there is going west is commercial property. and then nothing. Where we drove there were some scrub trees, but only a little further out there is forever flat nothing.
Houston is growing, growing, growing. if you are an engineer, There is a terrific amount of building. But as we know, Houston has gone through hard times before when there was a crash of the oil market. But for where I have been, for now, buildings look new and fresh as if they were old built well after the 80’s.
We stopped yesterday at Brookwood Community of the disabled that has a huge shop of goods that have been made by these disabled. They make plates, cards, crosses, garden pots, many more things, but also they have goods made by others. One stall was ,men’s hats. Primarily cowboy hats, felt for winter, and white whatever material for summer. I say “whatever” because the height of straws is Panama straw, but some are made out of paper from Japan. You could One hat was called “Gus”, for the Lonesome Dove character. Others were flat prarie hats to keep off the rain. Some where Harry Truman hats. One was a hat our long time dead friend from Texas wore, and his memory floooded back, including our old car we sold to him. A whole cast of characters were bought to mind, just from visiting the hat stall and trying on a few hats.