Let’s see, I plan to make stuffed salmon tonight for me, Mrs. Charm and her mother, who is descending from Fort Worth this afternoon to stay with Mr. Boy for the weekend. This being Thursday, he gets his favorite macaroni and cheese. For grandma I still have to change the bedsheets and tidy up the guest room. Mrs. C. and I are off tomorrow afternoon to Comfort in the Hills.
I’ve done several Google searches but failed to find the origin of Comfort, Texas’ name. Onetime Angora (goat) Capital of The World? Check. Home of Jimmy Doolittle’s co-pilot in the 1942 Tokyo Raid? Check. Has obligatory Hollywood actor resident? Check. Founded in 1852 as a cooperative by German Freethinkers who opposed formal government and religion? Check, check, check. But only one snide remark that the name must have referred to fancy houses and whiskey. Well, maybe. It was a stage stop.
It looks like the weather will be nice. Highs in the 70s, lows in the 40s.
UPDATE: Got home late Sunday afternoon. Not even the locals know how Comfort got its name, unless it’s a description of the easy livin’ on the banks of Cypress Creek. The town has grown a lot since we were last there in ’92. But many shops have closed and their buildings are for sale or rent. The economy, I suppose, unless it was too much optimism on the locals’ part. Plenty of B&B’s, though. Ours, the Meyer, was full Friday and Saturday. More later, with a picture or two.
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