I went out driving around with my mom yesterday. It was a delightful day. The weather was actually not too humid, the temperature settling around 90 degrees, which is odd for Texas in July. Usually in July, you can feel the flames of hell licking at your heels.
We weren’t really looking for anything in particular, just out being a couple of lookey-loo’s. In other words, we were out, “Sunday drivin’,” except it was Thursday. It was just a way to get out and enjoy the sunshine.
Back in the olden days, going out for a Sunday drive was a way for the family to get out of the house, because there wasn’t a whole lot else to do and everything was closed on Sundays anyway because of the Blue Laws.
If you aren’t familiar with the, “Blue Laws,” it was a type of law used to enforce religious standards, especially in the South. Sunday was supposed to be a day of observance, worship…
…or driving around being a bunch of lookey-loo’s.
I’m sure if you said a few Hail Mary’s in the back seat, you were probably okay. Don’t hold my hand to the fire on that though. Luckily, the Blue Laws are a thing of the past and you can do pretty much anything you want on Sunday now.
Anyway, I took a few pictures while we were out and figured I would share them with you today. I wanted to test a few cameras to see which one would be best for future posts, especially since my Canon crapped out on me.
Just wait until you get to the last picture…that’s the funny one of the day!
The first picture is a train station depot located in Mineola, Texas. This rail line connects Dallas to Longview, with Mineola being a stop over between the two.
Here’s an older caboose from the Texas Pacific Railway, now preserved for history:
This is the downtown square gazebo in Mineola. The only thing missing is Emmitt Otter’s Jug Band. (Ten points if anyone recognizes the Emmitt Otter reference).
I was surprised there weren’t a lot of boaters out on the lake, because usually on the Fourth of July, the lakes are packed with people:
We then drove through another Pea Pickin’ town called, Frankston:
Seriously, it was so small that if you blinked, you’d miss it entirely, so it’s no wonder I was surprised when my mother said, “Huh. I didn’t think Frankston was this big.”
My dry, monotone response? “Reeeaaaaally?”
Then we happened upon the absolute P-R-I-Z-E of the day. It was leaning up against a bunch of trees next to a produce stand:
No shit, y’all. Say that three times really fast and you’ll be able to guess what that’s supposed to be.
Only in Texas, y’all!