AUSTIN TX

..Bruce Kliewe, 2010...ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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...............Hm.............................................................Hmm, now where did I leave the car........................Hmm...I wonder what my new Mother looks like
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Disembarking from the train...for the last time (and maybe for a good long time) I look for Kelly.  Kelly and David Finkel have been oh so kind, with my changing my schedule several times.  Dave wrote telling me there was no problem, they were flexible.  The last time I replied to that response it was to say...are you amenable to "no problem" plus one.  That was when I realized I'd be in Austin for 4 not 3 nights.  And that was before I missed my train.  So now it was back to 3 nights.
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Kelly is pretty, friendly and engaging.  Beautiful people are usually beautiful people.
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We spot each other about the same time.  As we drive away from the station --and around-- we're coming back to practically where we started from!   Kelly tells me that, indeed, it's a circular route; and the only way to go in the direction she wants to go.  Where we're going is to the supermarket for tonight's dinner.  Or for my dinner, anyway.  She asks what kind of meat I like.  Oh...I get to make my own selection.  Well, I'd rather have fish (had chicken and beef on the train).  Fine, what kind of fish.  I'm not sure how we're working this.  Am I buying my own fish...dinner.  I'm assuming so...so I pick talapia.  Not the most exciting fish, but you know frugal Bruce.  Well it turns out she was paying for the fish.  So I could have chosen salmon...ahem.
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Anyway, we pick up a few items and head for home.  I'm greeted at the door by their yapping little dog.  Or did they have a bigger dog?  As for name, too many to keep track of.  Dave is watching TV, sports, I think, and extends a hand back to me from where he's sitting.  Kelly says they're having ____ for dinner, and offers same to me, I opt to store the fish til tomorrow.
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I have my own room, which is their son's, Michael (think I got that right).  Aaron at 17 is still at home and greets me with an unenthusiastic handshake.  He mostly stays in his room.  His mother has gone to some trouble to buy him the chicken he likes.  At the market somehow she has acquired the chicken pieces --for free!  The young male clerk must have been smitten with her.  Don't ask me the details.  All I remember is that the dog ended up with the chicken.  Hey, I'm here.
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Nothing more to do tonight than stay in.  Kelly and Dave live about 5-6 miles from town.  We mostly talk in the evening and get to know one another.  Dave let's me use the computer to check my e-mail.  I checked it two nights ago at the unfortunate hotel stay.  I'll especially want to use it the last night to print out my boarding pass for my JetBlue flight back home.
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Next morning I'm anxious to explore the town.  It's now Friday.  I signed up online at home for an historical walking tour on Saturday.  It's the Bremond Place tour.  Supposedly lots of historical --Victorian-- houses to look at.  I'll feel right at home --as in back home...in San Francisco.  So today I'll take the bus to the University of Texas Campus.  There's a couple of museums Dave has told me I should see.  One is particular is the Harry Ransom Center.
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Dave drives me a short distance to catch the bus to town.  When I return I'll phone Kelly and she'll come pick me up.  The bus driver asks if I have a senior card.  No, just Medicare.  Well, the fare is $2.50.  But he tells me I can go to the metro store downtown and get a card for $5 for I think he said a week, or 10 days.  OK, so it's $2.50.  That's OK, he says waving me on.  What.  I'm riding free! Hey, I'm liking this town.
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It's a long ride to the campus, and when I get off the bus not sure which way to go.  I see a street map and try to figure out what street I'm on.  The main street bordering the campus is Guadalupe.  I do a little backtracking and finally find the Ransom Center off 21st Street.
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I'm not interested in spending too much time inside museums and such.  A special exhibit on the ground floor is all about motion pictures and especially what the different behind the scenes jobs refer to.  For example, Scripwriter.  I learn there's usually a multitude of writers involved in any one production.  More obvious ones like Makeup and Casting still have an interesting story to tell.  Each well known movie (from the 1930's on) is detailed. One could easily spend a whole day reading all the material.  I was out in about a half hour.  I didn't investigate the upper floors.
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..........................................................The beautiful fountain on campus.....................................Looking down Congress Avenue towards the Capitol
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.Hey GeorgeYeah George.Do you see what I see.  Yeah, it's almost like we we're in D.C..
We're not in D.C., are we George??  No George, this is Austin TexasTEXAS!! Then that may.
mean.theirs is bigger than ours!  Looks taller, at least from up on this hill
Do you realize that that upstart.Lyndon's place is on a higher hill than we are!..
I'm getting tired of standing here... how bout you?  If we leave, let's not tell George...
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He's such a flag waver
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What Texas symbolizes
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I'm walking over to the Lyndon Baines Johnson Library.  There's a cafe with a sign in front offering the Friday Special.  A sandwich, bag of chips and soda all for six dollars.  Sounds pretty good, but I'm not hungry yet.  I've had my usual cold cereal (I brought with me) and a banana...supplied by Kelly.  Also toast and juice.
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It's a long slog up the hill to Lyndon's house.  He's probably not at home, but I hope the exhibits are worth the effort
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Well by golly, the guy's home after all  And entertaining people as always......
As it says, "Lyndon Johnson was a master storyteller.  His skill as a raconteur delighted....
those around him."  (And he could tell some whoppers.)  "His humor was the homespun wit....
of a hill country philosopher...always used to make a point
Presented here is a sampling.of LBJ humor as it surfaced in his speeches".
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...........................                                                     It's said these encased volumes contain every word Johnson
........................................                                                        ever uttered --on the record-- while in office
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I stop at the cafe to check out the $6 sandwich.  It's only ham and cheese.  Ham and cheese --how original  Here I thought I might go one day without this combo
Oh well, guess I'm a creature of habit.
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Look what's hanging round the Bob Bullock Texas State History Museum
Looks like they got the critter pretty well hog-tied
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Gives better scale as to the size of this pterosaur
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I spot another fountain as this couple spots me.  Did I interrupt something??
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This brings back memories of that 90+ degree day
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As par for the course I'm getting confused with direction.  I ask a young "college" student if Guadalupe is that way.  He pulls out his GPS unit and quickly tells me it's back the other way.  OK, now I know where I am.  I decide to walk towards town.  I'm on 21st Street and the Capitol is between 12th and 13th St.  Guess they ain't superstitious in Austin.  Wonder how well the Government works here!  Doesn't seem like the blocks are too long, and the neighborhood seems safe enough.  No Black Bart hanging round on the street corner.  I start walking
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SEEMS LIKE A CAPITOL IDEA