Friday, Ronnie and I had lunch at the grand opening of Classic Rock Café, housed where Blues Alley used to be prior to last summer’s devastating rainstorm. The mayor, Bert Miller, was there (because he owns the place), as were many of the townspeople. We’re all eager for it to succeed because, finally, there is a downtown venue where we can eat something besides a burger or barbecue. I had the Strawberry Fields Salad and a peach smoothie. Yes, it was as delicious as it sounds.
After lunch we got haircuts at Klassy Kuts. Ronnie’s haircut was priced at $12 while I was charged $15. Mine took less time, but cost $3 more. Go figure. Still, the price is a fraction of what we’d pay in Houston for the same stellar styles.
Navasota celebrated its 150th anniversary on Saturday and, as they always report in small town community newspapers, “A good time was had by all.”
The festivities started without us with mini train rides for the kids. But we made it by city hall in time to glad-hand our city officials and listen to a musical performance in the lobby. There was a fun picnic on the lawn followed by a vintage baseball game. Cool weather with sunshine and blue skies brought everyone out to enjoy the first hint we’ve had of autumn. After triple digit heat for the past months, temperatures in the 70s are known as Texas cold fronts. Wish I could say it will continue to get cooler, but looks like we are headed back up the thermometer into the low 90s next week.
We spent the afternoon as volunteers at the newly opened Best History Museum at the Horlock House, east of downtown. Two Rivers Historical Foundation, of which we are members, is responsible for the museum, so we were happy to help. The editor from the Navasota Examiner came by with her camera to take photos of the current exhibit, which includes artifacts from the era when cotton was king and Navasota was a major rail junction for three major rails. Afterwards, Ronnie dropped me at home and drove down to the Navasota Theatre playhouse to add his presence to the audience for “The Count Will Rise Again.”
This morning we’re attending the Presbyterian Church at the invitation of James and Ruby Evans. He’s a CPA and a fellow Aggie alumnus. The minister is young, mid-thirties, and expected to preach a fine sermon.
Just another chapter of typical small town living, and we are loving every minute.