So I have been slacking. I know this, and I am sorry.
In Korea, I figured out a good system with this whole blog thing. Unfortunately, no such system has been discovered Stateside. So bear with me as I figure out it.
A couple Saturdays ago, I tagged along with my sister and brother-in-law to a meat market and feed store I haven’t been to before. They told me that the feed store had alligator jerky (I love alligator but it is hard to find outside of Louisiana) and that the meat market had the best bacon they ever had. I was sold.
So we start toward these places and I find out they are both on the odd street that is Division Street/East Lancaster. This street has one of the weirdest vibes. Time has stunted its growth and what is left is the quirky remnants of a street deemed old 30 years ago. I love driving down that street as we approached the first destination: Handley Feed Store.
My favorite thing about the feed store other than Buffalo and Alligator jerky I purchased (which has beef mixed in, unfortunately) was the ads tacked the seventies wallpaper that wrapped around the cash bar.
Piano lessons? Check
Horse-riding lessons? Check, check, oh and check.
Any livestock you need? Maybe. I was too interested in the old horse for sell.
Not that I want it. Not only do I not have the money, my land is confined to a normal backyard size. And I am pretty sure my neighborhood is not zoned for horses.
Oh and my last trip to the rodeo told me that I am severely allergic to livestock and horses. So there’s that.
The next stop was the County Meat Market, which is exactly that — a meat market in the pocket of pseudo-country en route to Fort Worth from Arlington. I prepared myself — not only for the awesomeness that is local brisket and steaks but for the thing we had to pass to get there.
In between the feed store and the meat market is Rose Hill Memorial Burial Park, an old and prominent cemetery that is famous for one thing — Oswald’s grave.
And I know where it is.
The story of how I came about visiting Lee Harvey Oswald’s grave is long, so I will leave it for another time but I like to brag about knowing its location the two times a year I pass that cemetery.
The cemetery people (not zombies) wont tell you where the grave is located. But a man bought the site right next to Oswald’s and buried no one. He just added a nondescript “Nick Beef” tombstone to help people locate Oswald’s grave. So the theory was you could ask where Nick Beef is buried and find Oswald’s grave. The story is pretty well-known (at least around here) so I don’t think that works anymore. So good luck finding it!
Proof! It’s a very underwhelming tombstone.