Thanks Denton

Lately I almost really miss Denton.  I spent a significant chunk of my life there - the significance being drawn more from the formative stage of my life than from actual years spent.  It's probably due in part to all the extra time I spend thinking about my sisters lately, combined with the ever-decreasing temperatures of The North.

But then I think of places like Beth Marie's, which is the cutest little old fashioned ice cream/soda shop ever.  They don't make 'em like that any more.  Let alone with German Chocolate Cake ice cream.  And New York Sub Hub.  And Recycled Books, Eureka park, Naranja smoothies, Piggly Wiggly, and even Fry Street (I definitely miss that most on Halloween).

Then there's the giant anatomically-correct jackalope that I used to pass regularly on my way home.  It's a barbeque-smokin', beer-pourin' thing I imagine.  But the best part is that I passed it parked in someone's driveway.  Thanks Denton, that made me smile every time.