Hutto used to be a one stop-light town northeast of Austin that I’d usually drive through on the way back from somewhere else. A railroad track ran through it. The concrete hippo on the high school lawn was amusing, but that was about it.
Nowadays, Hutto is an Austin bedroom, its 840-odd folks ballooned to almost 15,000, according to the daily. Good for them, I suppose, though I miss the old version. And it’s said there are more than a hundred hippos of various sizes and compositions scattered around town. Nice to see them keep up one tradition.
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