Tuesday, February 25, 2014

More From Slaton

Slaton is laid out funny. That's just the way it is. You find find five streets coming together in a ragged star-shaped intersection, with some streets one way and others not, stop signs here and yield signs there, and if you want to make a right it might be a HARD right of 120 degrees. Many buildings in Slaton's downtown area are wedge-shaped to accommodate the ridiculous street plan. Whose idea was that?












On the other hand, you can buy some good German sausage there. If you crave beef jerky, go to Slaton. Try not to have a wreck. My wife used to live in Slaton and she informs me that the local cops are jerks. Think of "In The Heat Of The Night". Think Archie Bunker in uniform. Do not get crosswise with the law in Slaton is probably good advice. We drove around trying to locate what my wife refers to as the MEAN BANK. It's still there but it's changed its name. Probably as mean as it was when my wife tried to deal with them, years ago. Merciless. Sarcastic. Rude. My wife detests Slaton, and she has good reasons to. But we ventured there to take pictures. We also go to the annual sausage festival at a local Catholic church. The food is too good to stay away.

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