Just after we were married my brother called us when we lived in Minneapolis. He was in Texas and asked if we wanted to help with a building, so off we went (doesn’t take much). This was 1972.
We had a yard sale (that’s another story) and sold off some nice antiques, most donated from relatives.
So we drive down to just outside of Austin, Texas to a little town called Bastrop. My brother is building a geodesic dome complex outside of Bastrop. Of course the owners happen to also be drug dealers (they paid us in cash).
So we help build these domes until a semi-truck falls off the road full of pot, the drivers (not to smart) go into Bastrop to get the local tow truck guy and he wonders what a Dole Pineapple truck is doing in the backwoods of Bastrop and he calls the cops. The project comes to a screeching halt.
There are many stories of living in Texas, with pictures.
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