A friend of Mr. Big Food’s Dad drove through Georgetown, Texas the other day and shared these photos with friends. Mr. Big Food’s Dad passed them along, and I thought you might enjoy them as well.
It was both, eerie and uplifting, our trek into town. We needed to get a break out of our four walls, put the dog in the car and drove to downtown-Georgetown, a mere 12 miles away. At an empty gas station, we topped off the tank at $1.42/gallon, I can’t recall rock-bottom prices like that over the past 20 years. The streets were deserted, the always bustling Courthouse Square presented ‘eine gähnende Leere’, a yawning void. Only one bearded fellow on a bench was staring into his smart phone. At the library there were no playing children and their doting mothers, no old folks picking up books – just a large stark sign ‘Closed!’. We dropped our DVDs into the box and drove into ‘old town’, passing dozens of closed shops and restaurants.
What a wonderful surprise – the Red Poppy season, normally a Georgetown festival with thousands of visitors from close and afar, was still on, only without the people! The poppies sparkled in full crimson bloom, especially on Pine street, and I had my camera ready…..