North of the metropolis of Terlingua on highway 118 just at the edge of civilization there lies a very upbeat and unusual place. The mysterious Greasewood Grocery. Looking at the picture you might wonder what wares could be sold in such a place. Nail? Maybe. Ammunition? Certainly possible. Luke warm beer? More than likely. The truth of the matter is ....I have no idea. I have been told the Greasewood is sort of a co-op kind of place. Staffed occasionally with some locals who sell whatever is inside. I'm just not sure. Most of the time I am in such a hurry, either in or out of town that I don't feel comfortable stopping. But that is really a ruse. You see, I just don't want to be disappointed. What if it's nothing as exotic as my imagination? What then? I would never look at the Greasewood the same way. So for now, I'm going to let my imagination control my actions and look curiously and drive on. A toast on Valentine's Day to the Greasewood and all that "might be".
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