Where the West Begins

Got up early and drove over to a friends house for breakfast.  Now she is a cook (a hobby) and a Yankee.  My point being that cream gravy is disgusting to her...now I know that is downright silly to us folks here in the south.  Best darn stuff there ever was.  Or why would there be 'best gravy' categories in the south (because there aren't any in the north because, well, because their taste buds are all worn out from the smog, they can't help it because they don't know better). I do feel kinda sorry for them.

Anyway, my biscuits and gravy (courtesy of Babe's Chicken House) were pretty darn good and the bacon was nice and crispy like it is supposed to be.  Yes, I did contribute - I brought iced coffee from 7-Eleven (pretty darn good stuff too).

So off we went for another weekend day of fun and games.
A funny little car that looked like an airplane without the wings.  The seats were one behind the other.  Funny.


Back to the cemetery where my great-grandparents are buried.  We found them again and I took better pictures of the location and also took notes.  The house I used as a reference has been torn down - that's why we couldn't find it the last time we were there so I could show her Oswald's grave (hey, we do a little touristy stuff too.... remember, she is from up north somewhere, and if nothing else, a Southern lady is polite and a nice hostess).   LOL

We headed off next to the Laurel Land Cemetery where my great uncle, aunt and cousin are buried.  Uncle Jr was a mean old coot but he was our blood relative.  He and Aunt RD had 1 child, a girl named Pat.  Now Pat was not adopted but I sure never knew where those tall genes came from.  Must be a fluke.   As a kid, I remember Pat and her tall, dark handsome husband used to come over in their convertible.  They didn't stay married long and at some point, she and her mom lived in the same house.  Uncle Jr had died a long time before that.  Jr and RD actually got a divorce back in the day when that was rare and after they retired too.  RD and Pat were murdered and for some reason, I didn't go to the funeral.  Anyway, I found their graves. So it was good to finally see their graves.  I'm documenting graves for our family history.  

It was blistering hot.  Hot, I tell you.  And this was at 10am!

Now as a polite, quiet Southern lady, I was pointing out the purple stuff for the football team.  What football team you ask?  Well, it isn't the horny toads but the TCU Horned Frogs; but I didn't tell her that for a while as I was giggling too much.

Beer- Helping White Men Dance since 1821

After that, it was getting close to high noon in the west Texas town of Fort Worth so we headed over to Fred's Texas Cafe.  All I can say is mmmmmmmmmmmm good.  There were some military guys and gals that came in after us so we bought their lunch and stopped to say Thank You on the way out.  Fred's is remodeling their covered outdoor area so there were tables on the sidewalk.  Sure hope they don't mess with the original stuff where we ate!

Don't you wish you had smell-o-vision?

 Then onward home!  Nope.  I decided that we could go by the Naval Air Station that used to be known as Carswell Air Force Base?  Why?  Because it was only 4.7 miles away and that is where I was born.  So it's an historical place.   Yes, for you too because you need to know where I was born in this great state of Texas.  Well, the iPhone directions took us to the entrance where there is no turning around before you get to the gate.  So the guy let us do a u-turn after the guy.  Nice kid.  Glad he was there (and yes, I warned my friend not to mention any guns because my gun was at home where it belongs!).  

 I love my iPhone but it's map app sucks.

After not paying attention again, another wrong turn took us through a really nice area with beautiful old huge trees.  After meandering around and having to pull over every time someone drove up behind me (hey, I can't gawk and drive at the same time safely), we stopped at Charming Charlies and McDonalds.  Both important stops.

I must tell you a funny story now.  I've said many many times, Fort Worth is where the West begins.  Little did I know my friend actually listened and absorbed.  So out pops the words 'So Fort Worth is where the West begins so we need to head East to go home'.  Well, besides not trying to run over everyone else because I was so startled and laughing, I missed the East exit and took the West one.

Now we head home only to find traffic, road construction, traffic and more road construction that caused us to take the long way home.  I mean the long way.  But we finally made it.