Ahead of George W. Bush’s presidential library opening this week, I visited Crawford, Tex., where Bush spent about 500 days of his presidency. As someone who spent a few summers down there along with other members of the White House press corps, I was sad to see that a lot of stuff in town is closed, largely because the traffic from the media and tourists has died down. The last store is on the verge of closing. (via Yahoo News)
One of the things I love about Texas is taking the back roads and driving through these small towns that pretty much look the same way they did 50 years ago—architecturally anyway. Now they are mostly empty and deserted. At the same time, the only radio that consistently works out in the country are the AM stations, which—aside from the crazy talk radio—are kind of awesome.
Near Waco, there’s an amazing old school country station that plays lots of Waylon and Willie, old Hank Williams and, one of my personal favorites, Marty Robbins. Listening to “El Paso,” you are transported to another era—though if you think about it, the themes aren’t that different. Guy gets into a bar fight over a girl, kills a guy and has to go on the run from the cops. Marty Robbins seems so earnest and nice, but he was a total gangsta in his day!
WEST, Texas—If there’s one absolute truth in life, it’s that very few things can stop a little old lady from getting her hair done. Not ill health—and, it turns out, not even a deadly explosion.
On Wednesday a fire and subsequent explosion at the West Fertilizer Plant here leveled five city blocks, killing at least 12 people and injuring more than 160. Some 60 people remain unaccounted for, Texas Republican Sen. John Cornyn said on Friday. At least 150 homes and buildings—including a nursing home and an elementary school—were damaged or destroyed.
But on Friday morning at the Headquarters Beauty Salon on Main Street, Dorothy Kucera was holding court as she does most Fridays from under the blow dryer chair. Her short wet hair had just been freshened with a brunette rinse and wrapped in tiny curlers. And as the dryer purred, she and five other ladies in the salon gossiped about what was going on in town—only this week, the topic was a little more serious.