Saturday evening saw the place get busy and Donna smiled as she realized that she was going to get a full paycheck this week. We slaved cooked bussed and did the dishes. The customers were pleased with the quality of the meat meals and service. Donna and I were making a good team saying little now between us as both came into synch.

That Sunday I was at church and I realized the toll of the bouncing around Texas had taken. Susie came up to me and I did not recognize her. I seeing the locals that was in my class after catching up with my Denton friends plus the change back to a Southern Baptist church was almost too much. My head was spinning. The cafe was closed that day and I headed to my room and started hanging out with my guitar.

Sorry if I don't remember your name

A lifetime ago I once knew that face

The road itself has been too long

So many faces now are gone

Characters come

Characters go

That is the life

I've come to know

The cast subtly changes

Then you realize

How little of the original

Now remains

Two bodies lying in graves

The shadow of regret

Painfully remains

Sometimes I care

Sometimes I don't

That whole mess of situation

Still takes its toll

Sorry if I don't remember your name

A lifetime ago I knew that face

Please walk with me my friend

Help me to remember when

The song emerged sad lonely isolated and distant. I was learning to love my guitar and how raw emotion could get fed into it and come out as communication. To me it was almost magical.

That whole week though I was torn in two. The revolution was brewing wrongs were going to be made right. New Braunfels was to be another Denton. That one fact was rubbing on me making me raw. I had the sword I hesitated New Braunfels culturally was catapulting completely from small town to suburb and the new way of doing things would make it official the death of the small town I had seen and learned to love the beauty of. That small town was biting the dust even if it had long been gone. How were then to fight the culture war knowing full will it was something already lost.