Hill Country Expedition

Hill country road trip today out to Fredericksburg. German Texan with shopping and food stuffs and bier gartens. Random musings: Who eats enough jerky to fuel an industry? Why do people find signs that say things like “A fool and his money make a great date” so amusing? (Of course, this said, with you-know-what in mind, I almost bought a burgundy T-shirt spouting “Got Wine?”) When did small Texas towns start selling Ouija boards on Main Street? Should’ve bought that Texas cemeteries book.

Basically a lot of hot and a lot of humanity, but quaint in a touristy way. Has definite potential as a partial setting for a future novel, though I’d have to sink in. Maybe hole up at a B&B for a while and play ghost.