"Frou-Frou" Salad

We've spent some of today driving around Alpine looking at things. The dress shop where my Mom worked as a fill-in saleslady and bookkeeper is now a Christian School. Several service station looking buildings are banks, flower shops and art galleries. And I counted at least 6 banks. Why does a town the size of Alpine need so many banks? Must be more money here now than there used to be. Visiting the Court house (where my Grand Dad used to have offices) was a sort of walk-thru activity. Most of the offices are in the "add-on" in the back. I mentioned that the post office is no longer the post office, it is now the tax office. For those Alpinians reading, the front part of the post office looks as it did when my Granny was postmistress. It was like walking back in time. But go around the corner and where all the boxes were is now a large office area where the workers have desks. No one seems to be able to find a deed to the property I am trying to sell. County Clerk's office says to go to the tax office to find what book it is recorded in and then bring that info back and they'll get the book for me. The tax office has no on-line records for the deed which we think was filed in the early 40's. So we go back to the County Clerk's office. As it turns out I have STILL to see a deed of any sort for the property. We drive to where we think the property is --we have a sort of 1940's plat that is hard to read and the roads marked on it begin, but stop before they get near our lots. Roads that are supposed to go beside it would have to go thru a house to get there. ANYWAY with the assistance of an old friend real estate broker, we sorta figured out where the land is. Not quite as vertical as I originally thought and facing a completely different direction. Bottom line is--- no road, no access, only 2 and a piece lots---no one wants to even try to sell it. Would cost more than it is worth.
We're regrouping to survey our options. Wonder if we could give it away? But even to do that we have to clear up the title, which is another story altogether.

Last night we ate at a familiar restaurant we had visited years before. I'm thinking it has changed hands. It looks the same but the food is different. The baked potato I had- tasted like it had been cooked 3 days ago. And the salad at this predominantly steak and barbecue place was what we, in our family, call "weed salad" or "Frou-frou" salad. Not a recognizable piece of lettuce in the bowl. A little disappointing.

Today at lunch we ate a a "cute" sandwich place and wouldn't you know it, The sandwiches had frou-frou salad on them.
They tasted really good- moist and filling, but no recognizable lettuce.

I'm beginning to think Alpine is being taken over by Frou-Frou salad. I'll know tonite when we eat our last Alpine meal out.

We're staying at a nice hotel/motel with an excellent hot breakfast available. This nice lady cooks eggs and bacon or sausage whatever you want and there are "cook-it-yourself" waffles IN THE SHAPE OF TEXAS. Now how cool is that?

More later--Maybe I should go for a swim. E