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SHOP (TILL YOU DROP) SALADO

I COULD'A PARKED IN BARTLETT. If you find a parking space on the Main Street in Salado you can probably sell it to some impatient tourist. Or find a just-off-the-drag parking lot and work off those chips you just polished off in the car..

Busy, busy, busy.  Salado is a "shop till you drop" paradise. With more trendy boutiques, antique shops and galleries than you can shake a Platinum card at, this community is the place to find that very tasteful and unique gift you just know is out there.  

o I'll fess up. I love shopping.  Not really buying anything, just looking at stuff and wishing I owned something like that. Understand, I get buyers remorse after purchasing a hot dog at a Circle K so I'm not one of your better customers anywhere.  But I really love the looking part. Given all that, I had a great time in Salado.
       Ms Intrepid is pretty much the same except she doesn't even shop Circle K so you'd think we'd be rich saving all that money by not squandering it on trendy trinkets. Most of our income is already disposed of purchasing such luxuries as food, shelter and such.  Considering their price these days they must be luxuries.
      Luckily, we found a parking spot right in front of   Wigglesworth, a shop jam-packed with neat stuff. Ms Intrepid and I browsed around until we spotted a great water-feature for sale.  We loved it so much we had to leave -- how else would we explain to the landlord our liquid assets were tied up in water?   We kept our eye out for a place to eat but not seeing anything we crossed the street.
     We were drawn into a little courtyard behind the shops on Main Street and found an eating establishment. Closed. Wandering back out I noticed some really neat brooms painted black with white quarter moons and stars. Inside, more black and white stuff.  While I was pondering the possibility of painting everything in the house either black or white Ms Intrepid spotted some very charming dog sculptures. Black and white and $200+.  Since we have a real live high-maintenance black and white dog at home we passed on by.
       After browsing a few more shops we were really hungry and wishing we'd grabbed a bite at the only restaurant in Bartlett.
       Surrendering the parking space, reluctantly, we drove around looking for a really handy restaurant for tightwads. Nothing. Finding another parking spot on the east end of Main on the other side of the Salado River I stopped for a few photos. As I was returning to the car I spotted young man with bleach-tipped hair and wearing earphones walking my way.
       "Excuse me."  He couldn't hear a thing so I waved my arms in front of him. "Excuse me. Where's a place to get something to eat nearby?"
       "Well, just over there," he said pointing across the street, "a block over, you can get sandwiches and hamburgers."
       "They have beer?"
       "Naw, dude," he shook his head in disappointment. "This town's dry."
       This writing business generates a powerful thirst and you can only stomach just so many soda-pops before longing for something with a grown-up flavor. 
      "Jarrell." Ms Intrepid said in a tone that was filled with finality and woefully short on explanation.
       "Which way?" I've learned never to quarrel with fate or Ms Intrepid.       

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     PAGE 3: SALADO  /  PAGE 4: POSTSCRIPT: JARRELL

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