Twelve or thirteen times I’ve been through Leonard on the 69 but not once did I stop to see what was there. Well yesterday on my way to visit a client, I did turn right on some little street that the car in front of me turned on and found myself in downtown Leonard Texas. On the square most shops and business were still closed because it was around 8 a.m. Of course the police station was open as they always are only they are across the street these days in the building in the center of the square where about 3 patrol cars were parked.
The clock ticked and I could not be late for my visit so there was little opportunity to pop into the police station and interview officers about the life and dreams of Leonard or the wacky unpublished stories of it’s residents. Nor did I stop in front of the quaint little house situated under a large oak tree at the end of the street and photograph (ask to photograph) two women sitting out on their porch enjoying a cup of coffee and discussing the day’s agenda. Or maybe they were discussing the neighbor’s agenda. A few doors down a tall scraggly looking man perhaps in his 50’s was walking across his front yard with no shirt, baggy jeans and a very long gray beard. He waved at me as I slowed and called me baby. I wish I would have stopped to talk to him. Time. There’s always an arguement with the clock.
I have to drive this way again in June. Only next time my visit won’t be scheduled for a specific hour and I can spend some time here. For this was one place I felt connected and want to spend some time hearing a story.