I’ve been spending more time at the Grub Shack than ever before.
A few weeks ago, after dropping over $100 at the general store in Terlingua for just a modest amount of food and paying for gas on top of that, I had a brainstorm. Why not spend more money at the Grub Shack instead? I figured I would come out ahead financially… plus, this arrangement appeals to my natural distaste for meal preparation and clean-up, and the social experience would slow the steady drift towards eccentricity which accompanies too much isolation.
So I created a “reverse tab” at the Shack, making advance payments that are worked down over the course of each week. So far this arrangement is quite satisfactory, plus my relationship with the establishment just seems so much less transactional, which I prefer. It takes me back to the days when I was a kid and I ate for free at a restaurant our family owned. I feel like “family” again.
Yesterday I made two visits to the Shack, once for breakfast and once for an early supper. I met new people both times (including the cousin of a former US President, who invited me to visit his home to trade yarns) and I reconnected with old friends, as well. You never know who you will run into at the Grub Shack. As its fame grows, people are driving to the Shack from farther and farther away.
When I arrived the second time, Whitebear was there visiting with Cinch. Whitebear is one of my best friends and we talk by phone a couple times a week, but I see him only rarely. Then my hermit friend Val showed up (longtime readers will remember Val from our movie nights, which fell by the wayside long ago). The last time I saw Val was on the Winter Solstice. Val said he is making a greater effort these days to get out among other people. Cinch made Val feel so welcome, I’m hoping Val will become a frequent Shack visitor too.
After Whitebear and Val each departed, a Mercedes SUV pulled up, and a family of three came in. It was George and Anita Goss, and their 2-year-old daughter Kaylee. George is a local musician and songwriter, and after a little while he fetched his guitar from the car.
“What we got here is a redneck country club,” George announced approvingly, and proceeded to entertain us while Kaylee marched around the table demonstrating just how cool it is to wear green sunglasses upside-down.
“Kaylee marches to her own beat,” her mother commented proudly. Yeah, we all do out here, and the Grub Shack is one place where we all get along.
I would have stayed there much longer, but a big storm came up suddenly. I had to get home to shut my windows.
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