Granny Comes to Texas

My grandmother traveled with Mama and Daddy out to Texas this week. Daddy was surprised when she agreed to come out with them so soon after my grandfather's death. It turns out Granny didn't travel a lot earlier in life because Bert didn't care to travel. (My brother is very much like Bert, in this respect and many others, but that would be another blog entry.) Since it was Granny's first trip to DFW, we had to hit the highlights.

Saturday, we went down to the Stockyards. We arrived in time to see the afternoon longhorn cattle drive. Daddy and Granny posed for a picture in front of the Stockyards sign, and we browsed in a few shops. And, along the walk, we looked at the Trail of Fame stars. Though I've been to the Stockyards several times, I had never really noticed the stars. (I suppose I was looking up, not down.) I had to snap a picture of Mark Twain's star. While I've taught stories and novels by Twain, I'm perplexed about his appearance in the Texas Trail of Fame. I know he was a pioneer who traveled west from his home in Hannibal, Missouri, but I don't recall stories about Twain in Texas, just in Nevada and California. I'll have to do some research.