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To: Justin C who wrote (64931)	3/19/2004 9:27:42 AM
From: Justin C	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

places still like that? ... Part 2 Yesterday a ladyfriend and I made a day-trip to the small town of Lake Jackson, located about 60 miles south of Houston near the Dow Chemical complex. Neither of us had been there before, as it's not on the way to anywhere other than Dow. We had always heard that it's a nice little town, and it turned out to be that way. For starters, an absence of billboards. Says a lot about the quality of a town's citizens and leadership. Instead of having the traditional Main Street, the central business district was laid out in a maze of curving streets, with its three primary thoroughfares being This Way, That Way and Circle Way, all of which were designed with ample parking. Obviously a lot of creativity and cleverness went into the founders' plans. After turning onto This Way, we soon saw a sign at Circle Way pointing to the Museum, an attractive building with its only sign being "Museum". There was only one other car in the parking lot, but the museum turned out to be open, and as we were signing in as the only visitors at the time, an older gentleman emerged from a nearby office and welcomed us. He explained that we should see each of the two floors in a counterclockwise fashion, and we thanked him and moved to the first exhibit. But the gentleman stayed with us and explained that the large mural before us was a historical overview of Lake Jackson and proceeded to review it for us. We thanked him again, with a little more finality this time, hoping he would take his leave. But he continued to stay with us with a running storytelling. Finally I spotted the stairs to the second floor, thanked the man for all his help, and quickly hustled my friend up the steps and breathed a sigh of relief that the kindly gentleman didn't follow us. When we returned to complete the first floor, our new friend joined us again with more storytelling. As we walked back to the car, my friend said it was looking like the man would be joining us for lunch. And later in the day, we decided that we would always remember the museum not for its very nice displays, but for our personal guide. We got a recommendation from a shopkeeper for lunch, which turned out to be excellent. Cafe Annice, if you ever find yourself in Lake Jackson. Wonderful food and down-to-earth high-quality people all the way around. We particularly noticed how the young employees seemed to be more people-connected and less self-absorbed than what we often find in Houston. And during our entire time in Lake Jackson, we saw nary a person using a cellphone. So I would say that Lake Jackson was as close to yesteryear as we're likely to find nowadays, and in many ways, it's probably a lot better.