I lived in San Antonio for a couple years when I first moved to Texas from Chicago in 1983. I’ll never forget the first Sunday I went shopping and discovered something completely foreign to a northerner: the blue laws. First, I thought it was odd that there was almost no traffic on the highway. Second, I walked into a grocery store and noticed that parts of it were roped off and off limits. Totally goofy!
What the heck? I soon found out that the blue laws were designed to ensure that no work was done on Sundays. So you could, for example, buy nails but not a hammer. Fortunately, most of the blue laws were repealed by the time I moved to Houston in 1985, although I must admit I kind of liked that it wasn’t worth the time and effort to shop on a Sunday when there were things you couldn’t buy.
I never thought that I’d have a son who would be attending college in my first Texas city. But my older boy is indeed living there, so I’m viewing San Antonio very differently these days. And I think the place is going to grow on me.
There are plenty of cool things to see and do in San Antonio. Like visit the River Walk, which we did when we spent time with #1 last Sunday.
Water is cooling just by its very nature. It made the summer heat (although it’s really fall) easier to take.
And, of course, there’s always the Alamo (as in “remember the . . . .”).
This town is all about that old mission where a tiny band of Texians tried to hold off cruel Santa Anna and his Mexican army of 1,500 men in 1836. They ultimately failed, but the Battle of the Alamo spurred the Texian army to eventually beat Santa Anna and end the Texas Revolution on April 21st of that year.
Today’s Texans are so proud of their history that the kids learn about it in fourth and seventh grade . . . and my older son probably will take it again next semester at UTSA. That history seems to start at the Alamo, which is a very solemn place. It’s moving to think that men who weren’t even born in Texas fought and died for my adopted state’s freedom.
As somber as that plaque is, I chuckled when I read the goofy sign just outside the door telling gentlemen to remove their hats. Texans love wearing hats!
And not far from the Alamo was a Zombie Roadkill taco truck that promised that all roadkill tastes like chicken. Seems pretty goofy.
San Antonio seems to be the perfect mix of old and new, solemn and intriguing, with lots of places to explore. Ain’t nothing goofy about that!