Booray said:
BTW, since starting this we have visited 108 counties.
That's amazing. I had a job in the summers during my college years; I helped the RTC confirm tax record information about their massive portfolio of real estate that they inherited from all of the failed S&L's. It required me to drive all over the State of Texas (since there was no internet and everything was in paper records). I have been to 200 counties in Texas and all of the significant Texas courthouses. It was just me, my 1985 GMC Jimmy, a dog named "Bird" and the road (sometimes my brother would tag-along). Every day was a new county courthouse (or tax office). Breakfast in a diner, lunch at a local lunch-counter, dinner on the road. I camped out many nights so that I could keep more of my per-diem.
It was during my first summer that someone in Palo Pinto county gave me
Goodbye to a River and asked me if I wanted to meet the man himself. He was there to talk to some old-timers over fried chicken livers, black coffee and biscuits. I had no idea who he was. Just sat there and listened to him ask questions about the 1920's, the Comanche (the "People"), where the old log cabins were and about Charles Goodnight and Oliver Loving. He would just grin, say "hmmm" and scribble in a top-flip spiral notebook, and then tell what he knew about the county, which was a lot. I was totally entranced.
When dinner was over (after three hours), I walked with him to his truck, too stupid to know I was treading with a legend. He saw the Baylor sticker on my Jimmy, asked me what I was up to, and I told him. Said it sounded romantic, and he'd love to go with me a ways, but he said he was "too mindful of my comforts now." He gave me some early history on Baylor that I had never heard, and said The Texas Collection is "a hell of a treasure". It was only almost a year later that I started to understand just who I'd met when I was talking about my summer job with Dr. Vardaman.