Breakfast in Archer City

In the morning, the Wildcat Cafe opposite the hotel is open for business. This is a business the US is famous for, along with others less appealing. The business of eating.


The comment 'good biscuits' escapes between bites of bacon, eggs and what other nationals would call scones. Praise indeed from someone who cooks as well as Stacy. No matter about the name, we may have upset the supply / demand chain by adding 3 to the population of 1848 for the day. Only three biscuits left by the time I order. One will do. I haven't quite managed to get up to speed with portion size in two and a half weeks. The choice is not too hard to make - one, two or three eggs, biscuits or toast.


The establishment is popular with groups of men in denim dungarees at separate tables from women in t-shirts and jeans. The air of familiarity is neither exclusive nor unfriendly to strangers. Respectful distance is my impression. Smoking is allowed - a rare thing these days - probably by popular demand.

The 'Times Record News' from nearby Wichita Falls reports that liberals have become captive to 'environmentalists and the green gestapo.' Great turn of phrase and reflective of sentiments expressed on radio shows discussing the topical issue of same sex marriage. Other news is like any small town paper, mostly unremarkable except in context.

After the refuel stop, its time to quit the hotel and hit Booked Up Nos 1-4, an event we have all been waiting for. I've called canny on book shopping til now, waiting for this opportunity to add to the stock in my second hand bookstore look alike home. TandS are similarly keen - like Gary Harvey in a cowboy and Indian souvenir store - we approach in a mood that verges on manic!