When we first moved to Seguin (well, we were living in a motel awaiting the closing of our home purchase and minor renovations in the house), I well remember visiting the Dairy Queen on Austin Street one morning (for a cup of java – of all things).
Four or five men (about my age – which isn’t young!), were in one of the back booths playing tunes on their fiddles! It was a delightful way to begin a Seguin Day!
Only in Texas! God bless Texas!