I had first heard of Luckenbach in a story told by Todd Snider.
Which lead me to my first Jerry Jeff Walker record, Viva Terlingua!
Which lead me to a love of 1970s “alt” country, though I’m not sure it was considered that at the time. Music is at the heart of this little Texas Hill Country town, but that is only a minor part of the draw it sketches over me as my family and I walk the grassy banks of the river that flows through town, as we peruse the flickering shadows the ancient oaks and cypress trees paint the earth and as we cross bridges and open beers to watch modern day minstrels do their daily thing in the town’s post office / bar / general store.
To say this is a small town would make it hard to continue the definition. The population is 3, and in 1970 it was purchased–the entire town–by a single individual by the name of Hondo.
I could ramble and rant on. I could tell you about the old cowboy who deputized my two younger children and insisted that all deputies must be paid, in candy of course. Or about the pale ale I had to have two of, damn near locally brewed and no, not a Shiner. I could go on about the roosters or the license plates or the bikers, but instead I’ll just let a few pictures do the majority of the talking.