It had long been rumored that on the property of the childhood home of one of my friends stood a nearly life-size replica of the Alamo. During a road trip while I was in college I had been to the Alamo in San Antonio (another story for another day), but I had never been to this friend’s home since he was someone I met while I was in college. However, on this fine afternoon, as I had traveled south to DeSoto to hang with a mutual friend, we decided the time was right to head a few paces further south on US-67 to go see how real this historical site dubious spectacle actually was.
Turns out the stories were true. I wonder if his pops did any drugs in the sixties…