About a mile away in O. Henry's two-room house. O. Henry worked as a bank teller and small-newspaper editor in San Antonio. When he was accused of embezzlement he ran to South America. He returned when his wife got sick, turned himself in and spent three years in jail where he learned to write short stories. Now the local sherrif's department supplies teenage caretakers for O. Henry's house so they too can improve themselves through punishment.
Near the O. Henry house is Market Square. We ate a Mexican lunch. During lunch an old guy with a guitar asked us if we wanted music. Chris foolishly approved and we had to suffer through a poorly sung Spanish song you have all heard, but I don't know its name. We overpaid his efforts with some change. He deserved a beating. OK. OK. He was an old guy. He can't help it if his voice is mostly shoot. He deserved retirement.
We walked around the Market Square. Lots of colorful clothes, pottery, posters, t-shirts, hats, etc. etc. etc. Mexican style. All-in-all the quality was higher than the usual tourist junk because much of it was intended for serious interior decoration and wearing.
That evening we drove around San Antonio. We were looking for a costume warehouse and an exotic meat market we had seen earlier. We did not find these stores, but we did shop in a very large Goodwill-type store. We bought a can opener, 2 pairs of shoes and an experimental statistics textbook.
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An experimental statistics textbook... WTF! and I thought i bought book for no reason!
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