Rails entered the downtown, and hotels waited beside Railroad Street at a town in the Brazos Valley. Here I saw residential ways and houses, and in the countryside, I imagined a key of G, 4/4 time, and a train on the bridge.
Rail and Interstate 10 had replaced the San Antonio to El Paso trail. Also known as Lower Road, it opened before 1850 to link California to the gulf. Some landmarks remained.
Four tires rumbled over caliche, and dust rose over a semi-arid plain. In the cab, pedal steel filled the air, and a father concentrated on the road. His son drew a pump jack.
A Place Called Happy
A grain elevator stood beside a rail siding near a water tower, and a truck moved over a brick street at the pace of a tractor. Outside of the post office, newspapers sat for sale.