OLD CORA: This is the oldest courthouse in the state of Texas.
Once located in Cora, Texas this structure was moved to Comanche. I reckon
that's a good thing since Cora ain't nowhere no more.
DEMOCRAT TO COMANCHE
Democrat may be done for, but Old Cora
is alive and well in Comanche
Story & Photos by IRA KENNEDY
Everyone in Texas knows that the election of Republican
George W. as governor and later as President has had a profound effect on the state and
Democrats in particular.
I know Democrats are suffering, I just didn't know how bad it really is.
the Land Rover was off an running on all that paved road and Ms. Intrepid's mood had taken
a decided turn for the better. Then we heard this strange noise. It sounded
for all the world like we were being pelted something fierce by rain but it was kinda hard
to tell considering that a jillion or so bugs had thrown themselves into our windshield
probably hoping to reincarnate to some higher life form. Sure there were clouds,
sorta, but none to account for any real rain like we were hearing.
Ms. Intrepid suggested I stick my hand out the window
to check for rain which I did then pulled it back in as quick as thought once I remembered
my allergic reaction to wasps and such. I didn't aim to use up all my luck as a
passenger seat weather man.
Finally we settled in to the fact that we were
passing through a bug storm even though the noise and any signs of splattered bugs were we
out of sync. Naturally, I started pondering the real possibility of a parallel
universe all over again.
Once we passed the marker for Hwy 218 we kept our
eyes pealed for Democrat cause we saw it on our Rand McNally Texas
Highway map like you find in every quick-stop in the state. We slowed down. Then
we slowed way down. Nothing. Now, about that parallel universe...
I reckon you're wondering why we're so interested in
Democrat, Texas. Well, the plain fact is both Ms. Intrepid and I (like the late Will
Rogers) don't belong to any organized political party. We're Democrats. And that's a
heavy burden these days. Consider this, the Republicans have a great big elephant renowned
for its memory as their symbol. Democrats have a jackass well known for its
stupidity. Pile on top of that the Republicans have a motto: "The Grand Ol
Party". The Democrats ain't got squat. Now, it seems the only town in Texas
named after a political party has gone into hiding. Here I go again, flying off my
The next town Ms. Intrepid had all planned out was
Comanche. This being Texas and all I didn't expect to see any real Comanches but I heard
tell the town was still there. Also this was the location for Old Cora, the oldest
courthouse in the state.
We stopped briefly to clean off the windshield and
then's when we discovered the whole front of Nigel the Land Rover was covered with dead
ants -- winged dead ants. Nearly as hard as pod peas and smaller than b-bs they are
shy on innards which is why we couldn't see them spill their guts once they hit Nigel.
Anyway, we were in a quick-stop getting a soft drink when Ms. Intrepid said
something about finding out where Old Cora was.
Now, hold this picture in your mind for a moment.
The young lady behind the counter looked like she just woke up about five minutes
ago in some honky tonk and rushed off to work. Her platinum blond hair stopped about
four inches short of her normal dark brown roots; her eyes were so thick with mascara they
looked like two mud puddles, and her false eyelashes were so big I ducked every time she
blinked. And I, being a guy an all -- and an older one at that -- am supposed to ask
this young thing (while folks are standing all around) if she knew where Old Cora was?
Well, Ms. Intrepid did -- while I slid out the
front door pretending I was all by my lonesome and quickly ducked out of sight.
Old Cora was on the town square which made locating
her easy. Now behind bars, once upon a time Old Cora lived in one of them parallel
universes where a town named Cora still exists but she slipped through one of them cracks
and landed in Comanche.
Now this is a pretty interesting spot and you might
want to set aside an hour or so just reading all of the historical markers and such
While you're there make sure you check out the
dinosaur footprint in a limestone block near the base of Fleming Oak (there's a marker for
the oak but not the critter). And just to the other side of the oak you'll notice a big
rock with an iron ring stuck in it and a big chain to finish out the whole affair.
Look close. Then you'll notice these are shackles and this block of rock was probably what
passed for a jail house back before folks started discussing and cussing the finer points
of cruel and unusual punishment.
After checking out this outdoor historical library we
decided if we were
ever going to make it to Dublin we might oughta get gone.
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