On this, our second day of the Labor Day weekend, we decided to take the train down to the West End.
The girls loved it. Well heck, we all did for that matter. There is just something about riding a train. It can be relaxing. You don't have to worry about traffic, parking, or any of the other hazards of the highway. You have time to sit and talk with your traveling companions. And you get to see the city, specifically "the other side of the trees." That is what one of the girls said today as we rode. "Now we get to see what it is like on the other side of the trees." Yes, yes we do. You don't take the train to keep a schedule. The best way to ride is for fun, and that is what we did. As you ride nostalgia kicks in. You begin to imagine the days of the the old west, and life seems a little easier somehow.
Once we got downtown we wondered around and ended up at the castle.
In case you don't know what the castle is, it is the old red court house downtown. They wanted to go inside, but alas, it was sunday and the museum was not open. So, we had to settle for a picture on the steps of the castle. After the picture we headed to the big box.
As you may have figured out by the picture, the big box is the JFK memorial. They loved it. It had a stage to perform, and dance on, and open spaces to run around in. After a moment, my wife said, "Do you think we should try to explain this to them." "No." I said. I think they are still too young to understand it. But we did feel like we should heard them elsewhere to run, out of respect for the monument and others.
We finally got to the west end and ate and went in the western shop. My sister in-law is from Louisiana and we like to give her as much Texas paraphernalia as possible. So naturally we had to stop in and look at the cowboy boots, rhinestone jewelry, and cowboy hats. Unfortunately, I do not have any pictures of that. However, on our way back to the train stop, Amelia did the robot dance. This, my friends, is worth looking at...
As we rode the train back, all of us were talking. There were many interweaving conversations, and I thought this could not happen in a car.
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