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Off to Lockhart

Lockhart is only 30 miles to the east.  Its an old town in central Texas and is quite modest in its definition of a good time.  This trip was to visit young artists' work on the theme of Day of the Dead, see what craft booths have to offer, and to renew some memories of earlier visits.
It did not take us long to remember a place for good breakfast tacos.  All kinds, but egg and potato is our favorite.  And only $1.25 each, so lunch was very economical.  We had lunch of breakfast tacos a few years back and today was just as good.  Reyna's is the place to go to.

There wasn't very much to see in the craft booths and the only vegetable seller was Clem who had a whole variety of canned vegetables and jellies---plus some fresh vegetables.  We bought a patty pan squash, and some other squash from him.  Clem is an enterprising farmer who seems to do all the preserving by himself----although he said his wife put the labels on the jars.

We stumbled onto the Southwest Museum of Clocks and Watches in the old bank building on the courthouse square.  Its formation in about 2007 was the efforts of the master clock restoration man Mr. Galbraith.  He showed us all around inside the museum.  The collection ranged from pocket watches to huge bell tower time pieces.  One of the tower clocks was from a destroyed building in England.  He restored this clock over a three year period, took a Powerpoint presentation to the annual national clock restorers convention in the north and won first prize for his work.  The clock mechanism is so large that it extends from the ceiling to 9 feet into the basement.  The pendulum and the weight cables go through the floor in slots and holes.  We now have a good home for all our old clocks and watches (we never throw anything away).

Coffee at LuLu's was good; we needed the rest after poking through the antique store on the other end of the clock block.

Getting on to the time for heading home, so our last stop had to be at the Chisholm Trail BBQ--of of the best in Lockhart, but probably the least advertised.  There was a line out the door for the sit-down orders; we went in to the take out order counter where there was not much of a wait.  Whole chicken and a pound of smoked brisket.  Dinner menu is now set.

Home at 4 pm--a good day on the road.  Now to get ready for Alpine.

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