We were a minute late picking up Ed and Marilyn this morning, a transgression that he recorded in today's post for all of blogdom to see. I have no problem with this, as my being only a minute late for anything is nothing short of a miracle. I'm sure there are many positives for leading a life like Ed's in a planned and organized way where timeliness matters; I just can't think of any right now, being retired.
Fortunately, Ed doesn't mind my teasing him about his little obsessions, and I don't mind his characterizing me as someone upon whom daylight is largely wasted, simply because he thinks I don't make good use of the first few hours of it. Well, I can't think of a better use for the early morning than to enjoy the best sleep of the night and then awaken in God's good time. Frankly, I think that if the good Lord had wished me to awaken at dawn, He would have made me a rooster.
But I digress. Our 10:15 a.m. departure, decreed by Ed the night before in one of his planning fits, was to allow for travel time from Buckhorn to the Alamo Springs Cafe near Comfort, Texas, so as to arrive at elevenish. (I much prefer referring to the hours on the clock with an "ish" attached; the thought of having to abide by an exact time makes me wish I had an Alka-Seltzer even as I write this.)
Even though I knew I would receive some kind of flak from Ed for showing up at 10:16 to pick him up, we had a nice ride to Comfort and then way out in the boondocks to the Alamo Springs Cafe. This joint defied the cardinal rule of starting a business--location, location, location. In fact, this was apparently given no consideration at all, for only low-flying buzzards could ever find it. The one rule the proprietor did follow, however, was building a better mousetrap. The food--hamburgers and onion rings is the main attraction--was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that their signature burger made the cover of Texas Monthly Magazine, a framed photo of which hangs proudly on the wall. I wish I could tell you how to get there, but I'm not sure I remember.
|Sandy, Ed and Marilyn at Alamo Springs Cafe|
|Yours Truly at the Front Gate|
|The Burger That Made the Cover of Texas Monthly and an Order of Onion Rings|
As we dined ("dined" is actually too fancy a word for how Ed ate his burger; he would have done better if it had been served in a trough) and the noon hour approached, more and more patrons found their way into the restaurant. Where they came from, I cannot imagine, but word-of-mouth advertising must be a powerful thing.
We certainly enjoyed our drive though the hill country as the cold and gloomy weather of the last few days gave way to a beautiful warm spring afternoon. Tomorrow we will be leaving Kerrville for San Antonio and a weekend with our kids and family friends. We have truly enjoyed our week and the good times with Ed and Marilyn and the other Misfits, and we will look forward to seeing them again soon.