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checkered plastic table cloths. We gave really curious to know which farm was politely told him, “He wants to buy our
him our receipts and picked a booth by theirs that I had probably ridden by on supper.” They didn’t quite understand
the window to wait. my bicycle so many times in the past. why, but after I paid their tab, we got
to talking.
While we were waiting, I noticed an el- I continued watching as they got up to
derly couple sitting at a table across the leave. He helped her with her chair and They asked me if I lived here. I told them
way. They were already eating. I con- shuffled along slowly behind her as they my story of having been born and raised
tinued to watch them as we ate. They made their way toward the front. I sud- in Dallas, retiring after 30 years with
appeared to be in their late 70s or early denly realized that she was holding their the Dallas Police Department, and mov-
80s. Their skin was wrinkled, leathery yellow slip of paper. They had not paid ing to Georgetown to get away from the
looking, tanned and weathered from yet! I told my friend I’d be right back. I hustle and bustle of the big city. Before
the sun. She was wearing a thin cotton decided I was going to buy their supper. I could even ask which farm was theirs,
dress, pretty simple, with a flowery print. almost in perfect unison, they quickly
Her curly, unkempt graying hair dropped I headed to the front, down the aisle op- responded, “Oh? We lived in Georgetown
just below her shoulders, pulled together posite from them. As they approached the for many years. It was getting too big,
with a clip in the back. He was wearing checkout counter, with him still a short so we moved to Weir ... bought a little
a well-worn, frayed collar tan plaid shirt distance behind, I plucked the yellow slip house right here around the corner and
and some old, faded blue jean overalls. from her fingers and told her I was going moved about a year ago.”
to pay for their supper. The man, seeing
They sat there eating their burgers, but not realizing exactly what was hap- Hmm. They sure looked like farmers
never saying a word, just occasionally pening, asked, “What’s going on?” She to me.
glancing back and forth between bites
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When they finished, after pushing their
dishes to the center of the table, he left
and came back with two spoons and a
scoop of ice cream in a bowl that they
shared. (You could also get Blue Bell
ice cream from that guy in the back at
the grill).

I had brought them to the attention of
my friend, telling him all about them.
Of course, he didn’t want to just turn
around and stare to get a look at them. I
told him I bet they have been farming all
their life together and come here every
Friday night as their “night out on the
town” after a hard week’s work. I was

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