Twenty-thousand souls, more than double since 1970. Wikipedia: "Stephenville is among several communities that call themselves the 'Cowboy Capital of the World'."Well, one of them has to be.

I’m sure they had a reason for this.


The sign says “Slim Pickins Outfitters,” so I think they’re inhabiting the old Rexall store. With maximum respect.

 

“Well, at first we welcomed Mr. Magneto to the congregation with open arms, but I think he’s gotten a bit more influence than people first expected."

 

I can’t tell you why, exactly, but . . .

I wouldn’t be surprised if this is a rehab. It’s as if it was something else and can’t quite convince you otherwise.

How “national” was it, really?

Fine old citizen, even though I’m not a fan of over-rusticated stone. It looks like the perfect backdrop for an old photograph of mustachioed men in suits, celebratingn the bank's opening.

IT’S GOING TO FALL OVER

Poor fellow on the right. Smothered with a rehab. Although maybe “stoned to death” would be more apt.

Dang, you hate to see it.

Dang, you love to see it.

The plaque says it was the Dawson Saloon.

OUMB, or OUGB?

G, in this case. (Obligatory Ugly Government Building.)

 

The lights around the columns produced a textured effect that makes my skin crawl, for some reason.

But it’s in great shape. Fantastic Corinthian capitals. You popped for those when you were really flush.

The old man and his wife:

 

I’ve never seen anything quite like this.

Perhaps a very young architect. Or a very young one. Or one who had Ideas about the way things should look.

You can paint it over and over and change the colors, depending on the fashion.

Or, you could not paint it at all. Just a thought.

2018:

Now:

So . . . were the windows always there?

 

Partners in time:

   
  Theo Bauer . . .
   
  Jake Wilson.
   

 

 

2018, the most depressing apartment building in Texas:

And now, inexplicably browned:

Around the corner, a big modern church:

Someone was inspired by Frank Lloyd Wright, but not overly so

 

 

 

I don’t know what it was, but it isn’t that anymore

Yes, it's a Sullivan. 1912. He should have been doing big, soaring things. Instead he did small-town banks and office buildings.

 

Romanesque courthouse, and quite the showoff: