ALL CLOSE BY: You won't have any trouble
finding the flower stand and when you do you're standing next to the BBQ joint and just
across the street is the glass and doll shop. There are several fruit &
vegetable stands but my favorite is just up the road at the intersection of Highway 183
Luling: Part 2
Story & Photos by IRA KENNEDY
I must be schizophrenic. Apart from that Ollie Gravis business, there are times when I
pay more attention to interior design than I do to neon beer signs. There's nothing
wrong with being schizophrenic so long as you don't forget who you are at the time.
However, it came as quite a surprise when, after taking
pictures of pretty potted flowers,
I found myself in a fancy glass and doll store.
said "Barb's House of Glass Dolls". I haven't a clue what pulled me into the
place. Barb was the same name as my first doll- collecting ex-mother-in-law, which
should have been reason enough to avoid the place altogether. Still, I figured
plenty of women-folk read this so I ought'a check it out. ( That's as good a story
Don't be fooled by
the outside. Once indoors I realized my nose skills were alive and well. The
aroma of Honeysuckle candles filled the air once occupied by the oil fields.
"You're my fourth customer today," Barb
said as I entered.
"Don't get too excited," I replied,
"I'm just wandering around taking pictures."
Then I realized it was pushing for in the afternoon
and that was Barbs way of saying business was way off. World events and gas prices
are taking their toll. People aren't shopping the way they once did.
"They're not even browsing", Barb said.
"They stop for gas or something to eat and they're gone."
Seems way too many folk are staying at home surfing
the cable news channels for the latest on the war. ( Dang. I didn't want to use that
three-letter-word or make any references, but it's in the air like the odor from the oil
fields of Luling.)
I promised Barb I'd give her some coverage in this
newsletter and tell my readers not to forget the business-folks on the homefront who are,
like the rest of us, paying for the enterprise in Iraq and boosting the ratings of CNN,
Fox News and the like.
outside, with the Chamber maps in the passenger seat, Nigel the Land Rover and I prowled
around till we stopped so I could get a photo of the White Front bar offering Beer,
Dancing, Wine & Pool. The motto under the name reads, "Little Chocolate
City". Unfortunately, the bar was closed. Otherwise I would have gone in if
only to learn why a bar painted brown would be named "White Front"; and what
chocolate had to do with drinking and dancing.
I decided I'd just been confronted with a Buddist
"koan". That's a riddle, a paradox the Zen master
asks an advanced student to see if he's serious about the enlightenment business.
The most famous koan is, "What is the sound of one hand clapping?".
There is no rational answer to a koan so don't waste a lick of brainwork trying to
go in that direction.
Pondering koans ( I decided on my way out of town)
should be left to Zen types with more free time than the rest of us who already have hands
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