My new friend, Shannon, her husband, and another friend have opened a microbrewery in our community just outside of Austin. We are actually just a zip code with no incorporated town or city.
Today, Shannon and I shopped at the Farmer's Market so that I could introduce her to my vendor friends there, and afterward, I took her to the brewery to rendezvous with her husband. In the same complex with their business, there is a child focused gymnastic/basketball/wall climbing/cheerleading and children's birthday party venue. The owner of that business, Russell, had brought a small project to work on, and we all started talking about football. My son had played on the football team at the University of Texas, and in the course of the reminiscences, we discovered that Russell was a cheerleader at UT at the same time that my son was on the team.
Photos were shared, and the conversation drifted. Russell mentioned spending summers at his uncle's farm in Brady, Texas. which is about two hours northwest of here. I asked if he knew the Holubec family, who live on a ranch in Brady. (David Holubec was the best man at my wedding in 1973, as he had been my husband's friend and roommate at when they attended the University of Texas.) Turns out the Holubecs are the next door neighbors to Russell's uncle.
Everybody knows everybody.
Today, Shannon and I shopped at the Farmer's Market so that I could introduce her to my vendor friends there, and afterward, I took her to the brewery to rendezvous with her husband. In the same complex with their business, there is a child focused gymnastic/basketball/wall climbing/cheerleading and children's birthday party venue. The owner of that business, Russell, had brought a small project to work on, and we all started talking about football. My son had played on the football team at the University of Texas, and in the course of the reminiscences, we discovered that Russell was a cheerleader at UT at the same time that my son was on the team.
Photos were shared, and the conversation drifted. Russell mentioned spending summers at his uncle's farm in Brady, Texas. which is about two hours northwest of here. I asked if he knew the Holubec family, who live on a ranch in Brady. (David Holubec was the best man at my wedding in 1973, as he had been my husband's friend and roommate at when they attended the University of Texas.) Turns out the Holubecs are the next door neighbors to Russell's uncle.
Everybody knows everybody.
