I hit a few internal speed bumps on this part of the trip.  Stopping at a motel, thirty miles outside of town, on Wednesday night, I encountered my first, and only, cockroaches- in the refrigerator, of all places.  Fortunately, I had my cooler for the food, and kept my smelly clothes and shoes out of harm’s way.  I let the owner know right away, the next morning, that I had killed 7 little scavengers that night.

The second bump was my own doing- forgetting that surface roads, along the Gulf, in Corpus, are TWO lanes each way, I gingerly started making a left turn from the inside lane, until screech-and-beep let me know I wasn’t alone.  Fortunately, there was no harm, unless the kid had a heart attack afterward.

As to the good parts of the morning, Corpus Christi has two standouts- the Gulf and Blucher Park.  This post focuses on the former, and on some of Corpus Christi’s finer downtown features.

The city honours its indigenous people, the Karankawa, with the name of its main north-south downtown  street:  Carancahua.  On this pleasant street is Czech-Mex Bakery, where I again indulged in kolache.  These were stuffed with apple, and were every bit as good as the ones in West, TX.  Czechs just take their baking seriously, as they should.

Here is the busy intro to Bayside- Corpus Christi is not on the open Gulf, but it’s close.

Crossing carefully, I spent about fifteen minutes taking in the glorious salt air of north Corpus Christi Bay.

A permanent fixture here is the USS Lexington.  Along with Texas State Aquarium, the  UT Marine Science Institute and Texas Museum of Asian Cultures, this will be a major part of a more focused Corpus Christi visit.  Then, I would also spend two or three days on the main part of Padre Island.

After disturbing the sea gulls and napping fishermen, with the click of my camera, I headed up hill to the downtown area.  Here are two notable houses of worship:  Corpus Christi Cathedral and St. Patrick’s Church, near Blucher Park.

The cathedral was built in 1940, to replace an older facility.  Some of the stone from the old building was reused here.  The land was donated by John G. Kenedy, a South Texas rancher who figures quite prominently in the history of Texas’ southeast.

St. Patrick’s is the home church of a Catholic school on Alameda Street.

After visiting the public library, to post my work for that Thursday, I happened by this delightful place for lunch.

It seems all of north Bayside was here, but I had good service, and well-made seafood enchiladas, with okra soup, a generous side salad and fresh sourdough bread.  I hadn’t had sourdough east of the Pecos, until then.  It was just marvelous.

I know, I missed the statue of dear Selena.  I loved that girl, and will be here again.

Next:  Day 7, Part 2- Blucher Park

When one approaches the Spanish Governor’s Mansion, maintained by the City of San Antonio as a national historic site,   the “greeter” is a conquistador.

He is not any one conquistador in particular, but symbolizes the spirit of the Spanish fighting explorer of the 16th-17th Centuries.

Despite its name, the palace housed successive Spanish military commanders of Tejas, until the Mexican people achieved independence from Spain in 1821.  The last commander, Ignacio Perez, was allowed to remain in the palace.  His family sold it to Tejano merchants, upon his death, and it served a variety of purposes until the City of San Antonio purchased the property in 1928.  It has since been restored to its original design, so as to better help tell the story of San Antonio’s rich Spanish heritage.

I will let the photos tell much of that story as well.

Here is the entrance, on the east side of the building.

This was the Captain’s front sitting room.

Like most Spanish gentlemen of the time, captains took solace from their exquisite gardens.  That makes them a lot like us.

Here is a False Christmas Cactus.   I love the two-tone hues of the leaves.

The trees seem to be talking things over.

After an hour of checking out this most stately of downtown buildings, I headed south, out of the city proper, to look at two of the four outer missions that are part of San Antonio Missions National Historical Park.  They are among the most enduring structures in the State of Texas, and certainly compare favourably with what I have seen in Arizona, New Mexico and California.  Most striking, as you will see, are the solidity of the walls.  These outer missions were places for Indians who were studying Catholicism to live, as was  the Alamo, originally.

I first stopped at Mission de La Concepcion, 2.5 miles south of downtown.

This is the east wall.

This is the east entrance, which visitors use when the mission is open (9-5).  I got here at 5:10 P.M., but the exterior was impressive enough to me.

Below is the northeast courtyard.  It looks like a fine place to hide.

The spires have weathered nearly four hundred years of  Texas heat and humidity.

Around, to the northwest, lies a more approachable door, now left locked to visitors.

Glimpsing inside the outer wall, I got a view of  some artistic expression of the Mission’s residents.

Lastly, La Concepcion offers visitors a serene shrine for prayer and meditation, in its northwest garden.

I had time for one more investigation of a mission, before darkness would spur me  southward.  The last stop on this visit to San Antonio was Mission San Jose.  This is 3 miles further  and is a bit larger than La Concepcion.

Here are some views of the east and south walls.

The gardens are not neglected here, either, and are, in fact, the first thing one sees, upon parking.

The garden walls on the north and east segments are a bit lower than those of the mission itself, suggesting the Indians may have had fields outside the mission, which they regularly accessed.

There was a vantage point from which to shoot photos of the interior, despite the high walls.  This is a fairly good view of the cupola and south tower.

This is a view of the great courtyard of Mission San Jose. There are two missions off to the west of Mission San Jose, which I have left for another time.  It’s another reason to make this great city a fairly regular stop on my seemingly incessant journeys.  Then, there are my dear friends who make San Antonio home.

I was glad to have made San Antonio one of the centerpieces of my journey.  Now, it’s off to the next fine place.

Next: Day 7, Part 1:  Corpus Christi- Shore and Downtown

Many regard San Antonio’s Riverwalk as an artifice, a gimmick.  Actually, the gimmickry is man-made, with various high-priced shops and restaurants- some good, others mediocre- you be the judge of which. The river itself is intended to be enjoyed, in pretty much a manner such as that provided by the sidewalks and tunnels.  Southern rivers tend to be a bit on the muddy side, but that is a testimony to the richness of the earth.

For me, the ambiance that mild Wednesday afternoon was mellow and sweet.  People were taking their time strolling along the walkway, south of Commerce St.  The Tower of the Americas loomed large over the eastern end of Riverwalk.  As many know, the International Exposition of 1968 was held in San Antonio.  HemisFair Park is the legacy of that event, and the Tower of the Americas is its showpiece.

The walk itself, like the river, ambles at its own enjoyable pace.

This is the entrance to Riverwalk, just off Commerce Street.

The underpass is its own world within a world.  It observes all around it, unnoticed and often passed by.

The gondolier, though, has a few stories about it, and the other segments of the river.

Once on the west bank of the river, it’s La Villita time!

This little group of plazas was the civilian sector of San Antonio, when the settlement was a fortress and mission.  It is here that the lion’s share of commerce was conducted, along with the hubbub of household life.

The two main squares were Plaza Nacional and Plaza Juarez.  A third plaza, named for the innovative mayor of San Antonio, Maury Maverick, was opened in 1968.

Here is Plaza Nacional.

Slightly to the north and west, is Plaza Juarez.  One comes out of La Villita at Bowen’s Island.

This area was actually a peninsula in the San Antonio River, until the river was diverted in 1927.

John Bowen settled here in 1845, and became San Antonio’s first postmaster.   Along with his family,he maintained a productive farm until his death in 1867.  After the passing of his widow, Mary Elizabeth, in 1903, the city planners took control of the land and eventually used it as a high-rise office park- so as to better compete with Houston and Dallas.  The river diversion made Bowen’s Island part and parcel of downtown San Antonio.  It still has a lovely flair to it, if you look away from the high rises and towards the river.

I left Riverwalk near the Spanish Governor’s Mansion, and turned to see San Antonio City Hall, well- adorned by live oak.  A statue of Sam Houston stands guard, in front of City Hall.

The Riverwalk continues on to King William Historic District- a journey for another day.  I was happy to get this overview of San Antonio’s core, and to spend an hour or so at:

Next:  Day 6, Part 4: The Spanish Governor’s Mansion and the Outlying Missions.

In my maturity, I have come to approach sacred and iconic places with far more reverence than I once did.  I walked around the exterior of the Alamo, both before and after entering the Long Barracks and the Shrine itself.  I viewed the ten minute film on the siege, with about twenty other people.  Mostly, though, I was in my own thoughts during my time here- cap off, camera put away, while inside the two hallowed buildings, and mind focused on the process of securing and maintaining a free society.  I was, and am, grimly mindful of the irony that both sides were seeking to maintain a slave-based economy.  The Texans’ fight, however, did obliquely set the stage for the eventual emancipation of Black people, and many freed slaves did gravitate towards Texas’ back country, upon being released.

Let us approach the Long Barracks.

The siege of this building, and of the Shrine, has to be felt from within the confines of the buildings themselves.  Thus, photography would tend to detract from the experience, and is not allowed on the inside.

This Live Oak was planted in 1912, and is thus a celebrity in its own right, this year.

This archway was restored in time for the Texas Republic’s Centennial, in 1936.  The section of wall which is seen below, however, survived the battle in 1836.

This  is  the Visitors’ Center/Gift Shop, built in 1936.

The Alamo Mission has been splendidly restored.  It was originally built as one of the five area missions to the Coahuiltecans and Comanches.

The Centennial Commission took great care to adorn the courtyard with local flora, also.  I found prickly pear cacti clear to the Gulf Coast.  They are well-represented here.

This marker is also a survivor of the battle in 1836.

Finally, those who find themselves exhausted by the visit to this great shrine can amble over to the Emily Morgan Hotel, just across the street to the north.

Approached with reverence, regardless of the crowds, the Alamo provides plenty of food for thought and meditation.

Next:  Day 6, Part 3:  Riverwalk and La Villita

This is Texas’ oldest awesome big city.  When I arrived on the evening of May 22, I found a very warm welcome at Rodeway Inn Downtown and that Quiznos sub I mentioned earlier was very welcome to my famished abs.

After a grand night’s sleep, on the highest bed I encountered this trip, I checked out of Rodeway, parked my car in a covered garage, and headed out for a day in this magnificent city.

Here is an overview of the heart of downtown.

Below is the front of Catedral de San Fernando.

The remains of the heroes of the Alamo lie here.

The cathedral is a working, vibrant parish church.  Worshipers were present here when we tourists were circulating.  I removed my ball cap upon entry, of course, and only photographed when two men were done praying.

This altar, though, is exquisite.

The courtyard is also serene, and an enterprising parishioner has a comfortable and friendly restaurant, Poblano’s, on its east side.   I enjoyed mole enchiladas, with a zingy unsweetened chocolate sauce.   Poblano’s is a Main Avenue institution, coming back from a fire a year or so ago.  It would be to the right of this fountain.  I know where I will head next time I’m in “San Antone”.

Just southeast of the cathedral is Bexar County Courthouse.

I headed east, along Commerce Street, passing a few Riverwalk venues (See Day 6, Part 3).  One, on the north side of Commerce, near Crockett Street, is the Five and Dime, a huge market and cafe, reminiscent of  the store where many people my age bought school clothes and had an ice cream soda or a milkshake, back in the 1950’s.  This is the beginning of San Antonio’s Midtown.

Near Alamo Square, well-heeled travelers can enjoy fine hotels, like the Menger.  The St. Anthony, northwest of Alamo Plaza, is also a fine hotel, and is being remodeled

Midtown’s bustle, based on the heart of the Riverwalk, comes to a halt as one reaches Alamo Plaza.  For many, a sense of reverence starts to enter the psyche and heart.

People even approach the Gazebo (above) with respect.

Just before entering the Alamo, it’s good to stop and reflect at the Cenotaph:  “Spirit of Sacrifice”.

Day 6, Part 2:  The Alamo

This being a post about our nation’s 36th President, there are lots of photos.  For the same reason, there are no photos of the interior of the Ranch House.  Lyndon Baines Johnson had his public side, and his private side.  He made it very clear, very fast, which was which.  I never heard of anyone back-talking the man who once said:  “In this White House, there’s elephants and there’s ants.  Right now, I’m the only elephant.”; no one that is, except Lady Bird- the only human being who ever terrified him, once his Grandma passed on.

LBJ enjoyed inviting people to come to the Texas White House, telling them to “take the first left across the bridge, when you see the Ranch House.”  It was the original Bridge to Nowhere, and many a chagrined visitor ended up in the Pedernales, with Lyndon standing on the north bank, laughing his head off.  Word is, he invited the Reverend Billy Graham to the ranch once, and Reverend Graham said, “I’d like the REAL directions to the house.”  You can’t fool a man of the cloth.

Today, thousands of people make their way here. There were 65 of us, in three tour groups, when I showed up.

This was Lady Bird’s home, first and foremost, so there were lots of coreopsis, and a myriad of other kinds of wildflowers.

This is  the spot where LBJ had his prank foils try and cross the Pedernales.

Before touring the Ranch, I spent about thirty minutes at the Visitors’ Center, near the Living History Farm.

This is the Pedernales River, near where Billy Graham, and those of us visiting presently, crossed to get to the Ranch.

In this schoolhouse, a four-year-old Lyndon insisted on attending, so that he might make friends, being an only child at the time. (Sam Houston Johnson came a bit later.)  He also developed a thirst for knowledge, and eventually became a teacher, prior to entering politics.

This was the dog trot house where LBJ lived as a small boy.  Remember the dog trot houses from Log Cabin Village, in Fort Worth?  They were all over the Hill Country, also.

This view is of Stonewall Lutheran Church, which the Johnsons sometimes attended.

These are the final resting places of President and Mrs. Johnson.  Luci and Lynda ask that people not enter the cemetery.  Photos may be taken from outside the fence.

I’ve seldom met a horse I didn’t like. LBJ felt the same way.  His horses stayed here, in the Show Barn.

Every plane a president of the United States uses is dubbed “Air Force One”.  This was one of LBJ’s favourites, and now sits next to the Hangar Visitor Center, from whence tours of the Texas White House begin.

LBJ loved to amuse his grandson, Patrick Lyndon Nugent, by singing along with his dog.  Mr. Nugent is today the principal manager of LBJ Ranch.

Here is a car which LBJ himself liked to drive into the Pedernales.  Often, Robert McNamara, his Secretary of Defense, would come along for the soaking.

Here is the fine native stone that was used to build the Ranch House, by LBJ’s  uncle, Judge Martin.

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The interior of the Ranch House carries its share of stories.  As a Southern man of the Fifties and Sixties, LBJ made sure there was an ashtray in every room, beer in all seven refrigerators, and that all fifteen televisions were on, continuously.  He had another motive for the last one, though.  In his bedroom, there were three TV’s.  As back then, we only had three major networks and PBS, he had one TV set to each commercial network.  He kept an eye on what was being broadcast , and would call the head honcho of any network that was critical of his policies, and browbeat the hapless exec, on the subject of patriotism.  Some of these calls were made in the middle of the night, and LBJ made no note of time zones.  He didn’t worry about PBS, since he was technically its boss.

When a person was invited to the Ranch, and was escorted, upon arrival, into the Living Room, he knew a tongue-lashing was coming. George McGovern was brought to the Living Room.  Richard Nixon wasn’t.

Lyndon and Miss Claudia Alta maintained separate, but adjoining, bedrooms.  This was done so that she could get some sleep.  The President was a night hawk, and lay his head down around 3 A.M., many nights.  Of course, he’d be up by 7.

He died here in January, 1973, at age 64.  A lifetime of smoking, drinking, and all-around rough living took Lyndon Johnson out, probably far sooner than he might have left.  What really did him in, though, was feeling tossed aside.  His decisions with regard to Viet Nam made him a pariah to many Democrats.  So, he fell to depression, and the broken heart gave out.

Nonetheless, Mr. Johnson’s considerable legacy transcended the Viet Nam War, and the man whom the children of Stonewall, Texas called  “Mister Jellybean”, for his gifts to them of candy, lived a life worthy of study.

The area just southwest of Pedernales Falls is now largely wine country.  Once sleepy Johnson City and Stonewall can now command a cool $100 per night for a bed and breakfast, between Memorial Day and Labor Day, as urban Texans escape their heat islands.  I met a docent at a museum in San Antonio who can’t wait to retire, to Stonewall, in two years’ time.

Johnson City is predictably irreverent, signifying the Hill Country’s demeanour.  This is the Pigs Do Fly Store.

In midweek, during the school year, it’s still a wide spot in the road.

I had started the morning a bit bleary-eyed, hopping on over to  Speedy Stop for coffee on Tuesday morning (5/22), and grabbing a copy of the San Antonio  Express-News.    I had the paper folded under my arm, setting the coffee down on the counter, and the clerk rang up only the coffee.  When I got back to the motel, I realized my error and went back next door, and gave her a dollar for the overlooked newspaper.  No security guards, no sheriff, just “Thanks, hon, for bein’ honest.”

After playing a while at Pedernales Falls, with a clear conscience, I headed down 281 towards Luckenbach.  The place is only open during the weekends, so I had to content myself with  a photo shoot of the area, and never did get lunch that day.  Tuesday is a day off for the cafe in Stonewall.  The Quiznos sandwich in San Antonio tasted all the sweeter that night, but as my father-in-law says, “That’s a horse of another garage.”

Luckenbach doesn’t have Willie around very often, and Waylon’s watching us from a different vantage point, but I don’t think too many in Luckenbach are feeling pain, at least on weekends.

Here are some photos of a Texas outdoor arts mecca.

Hondo’s is ready to quench thirsts, even during the week.

One may also mail letters and parcels in Luckenbach.

Weekends, horses and chow hounds alike can enjoy good eating.

Of course, Luckenbach is a great place for a picnic.

Texans the world over can be assured of a great old time in the heart of the hills.

At a few points along my journey, I have found myself standing in awe at the spiritual energy I felt, in what some call a vortex.  At others, I have stood still in reverence and respect for what has happened there, to innocent people and freedom fighters alike.

The University of Texas at Austin is one of the latter such places.  On August 1, 1966, an ex-Marine named Charles Whitman, in the throes of an advancing brain tumor called a glioblastoma, killed his wife and mother at his home, went to the University of Texas Main Building, climbed up the clock tower and opened fire with an assault rifle.  He killed 15 people, in and around the tower, before Austin Police Officer Houston McCoy shot and killed him.

This has always stuck in my mind as an act of domestic terror.  The Texas Tower has  a place in my heart, as hallowed ground.  So, on Monday, May 21, this is where I concluded my visit to Austin.

Forty-six years later, UT @A has long since reverted to the ways of a community that is secure in its freedom.  University students do college-type things, like study hard, party, and play sports.  The Longhorns are one of college football’s most celebrated teams.  This is their stadium.

Someone recommended I take in Austin’s natural beauty on a future visit.  That is certainly something I will keep in mind.  Near the campus, there is a small creek that symbolizes the people’s interest in nature.  Here is a glimpse of Shoal Creek, a tributary of the Colorado River of Texas.

The true natural beauty of Texas is plentiful in the Hill Country.  That is where I headed next, after dealing with one of Texas’ few road-raging hotheads at a 7-11 gas station.  (18-years old and wanting everything done two weeks ago.  At least she wasn’t packing heat).

Day 5 found me at Pedernales Falls, Luckenbach and the LBJ Ranch.  Stay tuned.

After lunch, I walked back to the Capitol and spent about forty minutes looking at the interior, which I have included in my first post on Austin.  Then, it was time to check out the Bob Bullock Museum of Texas History, which is about two blocks north of the Capitol, on Congress Street.

Bob Bullock was Texas’ State Comptroller, then Lieutenant Governor,in the 1980’s and ’90’s.  He was a Democrat, but worked masterfully on both sides of the aisle.  His overriding focus was on what was best for Texas.  He passed on in 1999, and was the inspiration for the comprehensive museum which tells the full story of Texas history.

Photography is not allowed in the exhibit halls here, much like an art museum.  I will share photos of the outside and the lobby, as we go along in this post

This is the Texas Historical Commission Building, just south of the museum.

Above is the exterior of the museum, viewed from the east.  The Lone Star is a symbol of unity.

The first exhibit one sees upon entrance is also an audio treasure.  The importance of Texas to our musical heritage cannot be minimized.  All the legends are represented, by region.  From North Texas came Stevie Ray and Jimmy Vaughan, Jack Teagarden and Roy Orbison.  East Texas sent Janis Joplin, George Jones, Kenny Rogers and Lyle Lovett.  South Texas’ Freddy Fender, Kris Kristofferson, Chelo Silva and Selena have grabbed our hearts with songs of life on the hard side.  The Hill Country’s Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings and Jerry Jeff Walker have immortalized their native region.  West Texas’ Buddy Holly, Roy Orbison and Bob Wills brought “Rockabilly” and Western Swing into the American musical panorama.

All of them, and hundreds of others, may be heard and enjoyed in this extraordinary hall.  Once moving onward, I entered the hall of early Texas.  The lives of the Comanches, Caddos, Kiowa, Lipan Apache and coastal Karankawa and Coahuiltecans are illustrated in great detail.  The Karankawa were not cannibals, as the Spanish seemed to have portrayed them, but were tough warriors.  The Caddos were the most technologically and agriculturally advanced of the Texas tribes, and dominated the eastern woodlands.  They were also master traders, and had contacts in the Southwest, Ohio Valley and Mexico.

Next came the story of the early Spanish explorers and missionaries.  Texas was not seen as altogether hospitable by the Spanish.  They established their main presence in San Antonio and along the Rio Grande, as far as Del Rio and El Paso.  These were the main centers of  religious activity and of a military bulwark against French encroachment.  The French explorer La Salle attempted a settlement at Matagorda Bay, which failed.  After that, Spain paid more attention to Texas, despite its coastal swamps and searing deserts to the west.  The result is the  architectural treasure trove that remains in San Antonio and several smaller towns, to this day.

The War for Texas Independence is well represented here, as one goes upstairs to the second floor.  The economics of the era, the ambition of Antonio de Santa Anna and the strong bond between white American settlers and Spanish-speaking Tejanos are all laid out in full detail. Audio presentations and brief films are here to explain events and dispel misconceptions about both sides.  Slavery was a key component of  white settlement in Texas, especially in the east.  It was the economics of the cotton trade along the Rio Grande, however, which drove Tejanos to become both the main instigators of the independence movement and of Texas’ secession from the Union.  Tejanos abhorred central government, because of their experience with Santa Anna.  They did not take kindly to what they saw as Lincoln’s threat to their livelihoods as traders.  Thus, the Tejanos of the Rio Grande Valley. led by Santos Benavides, a major cotton trader from Laredo, were the last Confederates to surrender in 1865. Indeed, Benavides’ troops actually defeated a Union force at Palomitas, east of Brownsville, nearly a month after Lee’s surrender at Appomattox.

The rise of the cattle and oil industries is well covered, in displays on both the second and third floors.  Less prominent, but still important, activities, such as the turpentine industry of east Texas, and the fisheries of the Gulf region, are also given good display here.

In the lobby, it is mentioned that a memorial to African-Americans in Texas is being developed here in Austin, and will be open later in 2012.  Black people have suffered here, as elsewhere in the South, but also were brought into the economic life of west and south Texas more readily than in many places, even in the north.  It was said that the Benavides brothers could have cared less whether cotton was harvested by slaves or by paid workers, so long as the trade thrived.  Black men were also among the first Texas cowboys, after the Civil war ended.

Finally, the museum has a full audio and video hall on the topic of the Texas film industry.  John Wayne, James Dean, Gene Autry and several others are given full due.  It seems what really spurred the Western film industry was the Texas Centennial Exposition of 1936.

So, there’s a lot here in Bob Bullock Museum of  Texas History.  It’s yet another great place to spend an afternoon, or a day. (It took me four hours).

The capital city of Texas also pretty much draws lots of free-thinkers.  Downtown fills up fast, after sundown.  There are dozens of places to unwind, but the streets themselves are not the least among them.  Even one of the swankiest venues in town, the ‘W’ Hotel, can claim to have a statue of one of Texas’ freest thinkers:

What restored my own capacity for free, or any other kind of, thinking, was a stop at a place recommended by Kate a few weeks ago:

I was not disappointed.  La Condesa has the best Mexican-German Fusion cuisine imaginable.  I had a Torta Ahogada de Carnitas.  I repeat myself; this was the best ever.  The chain has a presence in every major Texas city, plus Napa Valley and Phoenix, and is coming soon to Hollywood.

There is a spiritual side to Austin as well.  One place for this is the Austin Baha’i Center.  There is also a Buddhist temple, somewhere over on the West Side, and the Cathedral of St. Mary.

The movers and shakers have their shrine also.  Driskill Hotel is associated with both LBJ and the Bushes.

As for me, I prefer to do my hobnobbing and deal-making in a good coffee house.  In Austin, one can’t beat Halcyon.

For those who gather when it’s “too late” to drink coffee or chai, there is the original Austin honky-tonk:

Lambert’s is right across the street from La Condesa, so dinner and a show is easy in downtown Austin!  If one still needs dessert, after all this, there’s Lundberg Bakery.

Austin’s architecture does feature a blend of styles and periods, which somehow don’t seem to clash.

There is, as in any great city, a sense of upward striving.

I found that Austin, like Fort Worth, merits not one, but two or three days of exploration and enjoyment. I had much to ponder, while walking up to the Bob Bullock Museum of Texas History.