Spring Hare Moon
One bit of local color I forgot. Got gas in a very small town somewhere between Lubbock and Brownfield. As I pumped the gas (hey, who remembers gas station attendants!), I noticed a metal box with a glass front door sitting in front of the convenience store. Though it looked like a small refrigerator, smoke curled up and out of it from a vent on its side. What the?
On closer inspection it had small panel that included this readout, meat probe temperature. Yes, it was a small barbecue machine. Sure enough inside they sold barbecue beef burritos, more meat, less burrito. (their sign)
