Saturday! Second day of the PinMasters tournament, and we again had a 6:00 tee time. With it being the weekend we supposed there'd be less of a rush hour, and we'd set out even earlier to make sure. And we got up earlier in the day so we would have time to do stuff. We had plans.
First plan: lunch. There was this Thai restaurant at a strip mall across the 650-lane expressway. I navigated there and we stepped in to an extremely light crowd of maybe three people each at a separate table and the sounds of someone or other in the kitchen. There's no one up front to see us. There's no sign about seating ourselves or how to get a seat. We wait a bit. Someone in the kitchen looks out at the dining room, goes back in, and nothing happens. We wait more. Maybe someone eating glanced at us, but really why would they care? bunny_hugger says let's just go. I think we should wait until at least someone from the staff has clearly definitely seen us. This takes more waiting. We eat about ten minutes waiting inside the door for a sign that they even have staff, and we don't eat Thai food. Two minutes after a woman from the kitchen definitely sees us but does not acknowledge us in any way I give up. As we get into the car she comes out and waves us in, and I shake no. Once more a Dallas restaurant foils us.
OK, but where to go instead? bunny_hugger wrestles with her satellite navigator, which among other things can't tell the difference between us on the service road and us on the highway, before finding a strip mall, again opposite the expressway, with a couple restaurants that seem safe enough. One's a buffet(?) sandwich(?) place. Around the corner in what looks like an abandoned part of the strip mall is a diner. We take that chance instead, and get Mexican-influenced breakfasts that are so good it's almost worth the indignity which led us there.
We had hoped to go to a letterbox, before we lost so much time just finding lunch. I vote to continue anyway and not worry about running out of time. It's one of a series of letterboxes commemorating governors of Texas. It's near the grave of W Lee O'Daniel, who parleyed his skill in writing radio advertising programs for his Hillbilly Flour Company into election as governor and then one term as Senator from Texas, because every now and then a democracy just hires a novelty act and we have to hope for the best. This was the first letterbox I've found in a graveyard. Not bunny_hugger's. Graveyards are popular places for letterboxes, as they usually have historical value and pleasant spots to be in and good spots to hide a box that groundskeeping staff won't destroy. The big ambiguities we had: which road exactly leads anywhere, and where can we park while finding a grave? O'Daniel's grave does not mention his political offices, but does include the Great Seal of Texas.
Nearby this, and the point that I thought was surely the O'Daniel grave, was another grave marked with a good-sized United States flag flying over it. This turned out to be John Tower's grave. I'd thought he had been governor of Texas too and remarked on how governor-heavy the cemetery was. But I was mistaken; he wasn't ever governor. He just has the more eye-catching gravesite.
Then to the next thing, if we had time befor the tournament.
Trivia: Among the money-making enterprises Thomas Edison's father tried while living in Fort Gratiot, Michigan, in the 1850s was a hundred-foot observation tower (``Sam Edison's Tower Of Babel'') on the shoreline, charging 25 cents a visitor. Its first summer it took in ``no more than'' three dollars. Source: Edison: A Biography, Matthew Josephson.
Currently Reading: Boom, Bust, Boom: A Story About Copper, The Metal That Runs The World, Bill Carter.