Issue 352 – March 17, 2017
A Visit to Dade City, Florida:
February 15-16, 2017
During our recent stay in Ocala, Florida . . . we stayed at the infamous “Bates Motel.” Alfred Hitchcock himself left the light on for us. Well, not literally, of course. But it turned out to be a whole lot less safe and much more shabby than we would have predicted from the office, lobby and outside. We put a chair against the inside of our door and another up against the sliding glass door to the outside. And I had my trusty 9 mm pistola on the end table where I could reach it. Yeah, it really was that creepy.
So when we breezed into Dade City we decided to spent a little more (okay, a lot more) for a room at the Hampton Inn. It was very nice. Free cookies. Free USA today. Nice breakfast. In other words, most of the comforts of home. It is on the south side of town. Very peaceful night of rest.
We saw a sign or an ad pointing out that Dade City has about 13 antique stores in town. So we did our doggonedest to visit each and every one of ’em. Didn’t quite get ‘er done, so we may have to mosey over there again some time.
If you go there, tell Mary that Stan and Peggy sent ya. Heck, no, she won’t remember us from Adam and Eve, of course. But she will make you feel right at home. Yep, ya durned tootin’.
Dade City seemed like a real pleasant country town, only with lots of traffic on the main highways. There are quite a number of historic homes and retail businesses there. We could easily have spent another night there, but we needed to get home to milk our herd of cows (any excuse will do when you’re ready to get back into your bed).
I just couldn’t get up enough nerve to order a fair-to-middlin’ sized slice of Kumquat pie. It just sounds odd, maybe even unAmerican. But apparently folks around Dade City are proud of it.
Here is my Sweet Thang, looking her always good lookin’ self. I took these photos just because I was struck by the texture of the nearby walls. I guess that is the goofy . . . er, I mean, artistist . . . photographer in my DNA. And I wondered which might make a more interesting background for a photo. I guess I’m still wondering, but I kinda lean toward the one above. What do you think?
Surprisingly, it is just a hop, skip and a jump from Dade City to San Antonio, Texas. You know, the town that ol’ Bob Wills sang about.
Well, . . . okay, you got me.
No, Brother Bob never fiddled a lick about t-h-i-s San Antonio. Because this quiet, tiny town is San Antonio, Florida. I didn’t realize there was such a place until earlier on this trip when we were looking at the map for alternate routes (i.e., back roads and cow trails) to get home from Dade City. This was a nice diversion.
They have a Mexican restuarant just off the beautiful town square and park, and the name has something to do with Pancho Villa. I don’t think ol’ Pancho ever ate tacos there, though.There was quite a line at the door. So, since I don’t like long lines, we drove on down to Zephrhills and ate lunch at “Rick’s” on the west side of town. Very nice “mom and pop” kind of place that closes at 2 pm, then I think reopens in the evening.
We just drove through Zephrhills (oh, sure, we did stop at a couple of thrift stores on the west side of town) on the fly, but we passed one Mobile Home Park right after the other. Heck, I’ve got nothing against MHP’s per se (since we live in one), but these seemed kinda packed tight and a bit older. And lots of ’em. To each his own, I reckon.
Well, neighbors, that’s about all I can tell you about Dade City and San Antonio. I think you’d enjoy an overnight visit to the area, though.
Adios for now.