Another Interesting Fellow

We had an interesting conversation with Glenn Keith, an architectural welder from Wimberley. He was born in Wimberley, not far from the center of town. He recalled many interesting occasions, one being that his mother made mustang grape wine and he peddled it to the students of Texas State--long before it was TSU.
Here's the back of his business card, it shows just one of his projects---a front entrance gate.

We concluded that he should jot down some notes of the history of the area, but Glenn was not too enthused about all this.

He was full of good practical information, such as reminding us that we have very few ticks because we now have all these fireants.

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