PARTING SHOTS: No, the first photo isn't Dolly. The next are
pics are of the shelves at the Luckenbach general store and The Full Moon Inn and
their Saloon & Restaurant.
Story & Photos by IRA KENNEDY
After a spell I meandered through the bar into the general store/postoffice
and out the other end. A feller was sitting
on the porch bench
and looked kinda conversational so I sat down nearby.
Sumpter," he said introducing himself. "Name's easy to remember,
just think of the first of the month." Apart
from running Hunter's Heritage,
a welding business in Marble Falls, he is a cowboy action shooter
performing shootouts for the tourists in Burnet.
aturally, It's all put on," Bill
explained, "but it gives you a chance to shoot alot of bullets."
We swapped a
few Luckenbach memories and agreed that, today, the motorcycle crowd is doing more than their fair share holding up the
tourist economy in the Hill Country.
Determined to be home before dark, Nigel the Land Rover and I headed out. As I turned left onto the county road I recalled
another old friend, Matt, living nearby so I hung a quick right to The Full Moon Inn.
Matt's pet pig, Rooter, which had grown mightily since its piglet
days, was sleeping on the front door mat and a fair portion of the porch. After a little catch up conversation, Matt gave me a tour of the
place which had undergone so much expansion since my last visit some four years ago it
made the pig look like a piker.
Matt was putting the finishing touches
on his new restaurant/bar which gleamed like a silver dollar. I reckon Matt heard that voice. You know, the one that says, "Build it and
they will come".
Matt has been in the same business in the same
location since we met. I reckon he is the top hand at hosting awsome Hill
Country style weddings and
private parties. It's not just cause he's a friend that I'm lavishing all this
praise on The Full Moon Inn. It really is a class act.
Back outside I spotted a '57 Rocket Oldsmobile 88 which look like it had just
rolled off the assembly line. Knowing my
timing was all off I needed one of those reality checks, and Matt assured me, ELvira
was real enough.
On the road
again, I was headed home when Nigel the Land Rover took the lead and turned off Hwy 16
toward Willow City and stopped at one of my favorite watering holes, The Knot in the Loop
For a time I
had the place pretty much to myself so I settled in with memories for company.
All played out, and
pondering Dazzling Dottie, Boots, Ollie and Hondo I was cowboy lonesome. So there I was at
the shank of day, playing all of the sad songs and drinking the cheapest beer.
Then, from somewhere, faraway, Ollie's spoke up.
We can go road trippin' again sometime. Remember,"
he added, quoting a men's room scribe,
"reality is for folks who lack imagination."
PAGE 1: HEADIN' OUT / PAGE 2: HONKY TONKIN'
PAGE 3: LUCKENBACH / PAGE 4: HEADIN' HOME
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