High Water to Dripping Springs
Recently, I joined a baby boomers meetup group in an effort to meet people and have some folks my own age to play with. I like singer songwriter music so I rsvp to attend a festival in a local town. A short appointment took longer than expect so I arrived an hour late. On the drive to the event I crossed two low water crossings, the second of which was a little too high for my comfort level. Onset anxiety creeps in with fears that it’ll rain while I’m at the event and the water will get even higher, too high for my little compact car to wade through and I need to take that road to get work. Add to that I’m going to walk into an establishment alone to meet total strangers. The place was mildly crowed, the singers were good and the bar had only Waterloo sparkling water. I’ve become addicted to Topo Chico in glass bottles..a sparkling mineral water from Mexico. Tingles the tongue and is super refreshing on a hot day, which today was not. So, I guess the Waterloo wasn’t a loss ...