Metropolitan Diary: Dallas Edition

A few months ago, I was downtown for an assignment on a rainy day. After getting all my bags out of the car, I grabbed the umbrella, but try as I might I could not open it. I became impatient (with the umbrella, of course) and kept trying hurriedly to open it, even though I had arrived at the courthouse with plenty of time to spare.

Just as I figured out I had not pressed the right button, a friendly voice from the sidewalk said, “You can do it! I believe in you!” I turned around, and realized it was one of the security officers who works at the courthouse, with a big smile on his face. I laughed, now protected from the rain with the umbrella, and we bid each other a good day.

Road trippin’ around North Texas for bratwurst, mustard and strudel

Spent a good portion of last week working in a small town about 65 miles north of Dallas, and decided to trek to another small town in the vicinity to pick up some bratwurst, mustard and strudel at Fischer’s, the famous meat market in Muenster.

Muenster, population 1,536 and about an hour away from Sherman, was not on my way home. The drive there added one and a half hours to my return home. But the light was lovely, I decided I’d make the time to go, so off I went. And the bratwurst, mustard, and strudel (apricot, apple was sold out) did not disappoint.

Plus, the side trip in Lindsay to see St. Peter Catholic Church, built in 1903, was worth taking the long way home. The light was flat by then and the skies were gray, but you can still get a sense of the church’s charm. I want to go back and see the art inside, I hear it’s beautiful.