It’s about 39 miles between Point and Rockwall if you take the 276. It’s a pleasant drive except for the 25 mph school zones that can cause grief. The drive time though is almost an hour and that’s if you are lucky not to get stuck behind an overloaded tractor/trailer hauling someone’s doublewide.
Just as I krept up on such a highway barge, I stopped in Quinlan, made a couple of phone calls while sitting under a tree in my car watching a mockingbird fussing over the squirrel running across the telephone cable. Funny, that bird was certain to take control of the city block. A man wearing a conductors hat walked out of his front door, sat on the squeeky plank of his old porch and lit up a cig. He watched me while I talked to my office manager about the day’s affairs. A breeze blew through my car flapping my loose notes on the seat. I started the car and drove off rounding the corner and discovering the Whistle Stop.
If it were open I would have gone inside.