A Pit Stop in Texas

 





My official world tour begins in Chicago, my birthplace 69 years ago. Georgetown, Texas is my dress rehearsal.  Records say I moved from California, all my stuff is here and I’m paying monthly for this air-conditioned refuge, but I see this place as an OK pit stop.

Not so much an arm pit, rather a cherry pit taking sweet yet cautious nibbles.

 

Georgetown is pleasant half the time, 8:30 pm to 8:30 am.  I bike at sunrise then swim at sunset and sit out back in the dark; those times it’s very comfortable.

Anything during the other half of the day is a dreaded chore. Unless you do drive-thru, running errands runs you down with the egress and ingress of car to store and back. Even golf with a cart can be unbearable lest for the


shady spots (deer and wild turkeys reserve many of them) and the ice boxes at several holes to scoop soothing frozen crystals into your cart beverage cooler or hat.

 

People are friendly here and the facilities at Sun City are well designed.  There are eight pools, three golf courses, four gyms, dozens of pickleball, tennis and paddle courts, three restaurants, two ballrooms, two clubhouses, shops and plenty of open land to keep houses in seclusion with tree lined greenery.

Be careful in Sun City.  Not only do the roads serve as deer and golf crossings, but steer clear of granny rushing to Bingo in the tricked-out golf cart flying Texas and American flags with a “Honk if you’re Republican” bumper sticker. They'll warn you in Texas "Check your gun at the door".










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