Pulled in to this place recently in tiny Hawley, TX, along US 83 north of Abilene, ready for a breakfast as only places like this can do them. Inside there were nine men, middle-aged or better, arranged around three nearby tables, all talking with each other. Each wore overalls, cowboy boots and long-sleeved shirts.
And each sported a well-worn baseball cap.
Dressed in my normal tennis shoes, shorts and T-shirt and carrying a book, I headed to a table at the back and settled in. They all looked my way.
Must have been because I didn’t have a hat on.
Hawley, TX, USA
The Urge to be Someplace Else 
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Yeah, bet that’s why. Yup.
And what’s the deal with the pickup truck parked in the foreground, separate from all other vehicles? Special reserved parking spot? For Sale sign on windshield? Abandoned?
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Don’t know, but it sure made a nice photo prop.
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And how ’bout a report on their breakfast?
Never know…One of these days, I might be passing through Hawley, hankerin’ for a good breakfast, wondering if I should stop at this place or not.
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Breakfast was great, don’t forget your hat.
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Good breakfast…well, I’ll eat my hat!
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