Sherman Texas (where all the streets are named after heroes)

Arrived in Sherman Texas and the beautiful turn of the century home of the “brick mobile” artist and sculptor, Mark Monroe. H.B. was delighted with the carpet and squirmed and wiggled her way into our host’s heart instantly. Having not eaten since the sammy in Austin 5+ hours earlier we set out for late din. Ate delicious pizza at a pub and traded stories of our Houston parade event (he drove the lovely “cow goddess” and an ex student drove the brick mobile.) We then returned to his home where he gave me a tour of his sculptures, work done, in process and to be done (in restoration.) Thought I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye and asked if his house was haunted, his affirmative reply took a split second and led to an hour or so of ghost stories (about Henrietta) before bed. Yikes!

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