My retirement plan

I noticed that the land near the toll road on-ramp in Creedmoor is for sale. It’s currently a hay field (already harvested). I wonder what a buyer might envision putting there.

It’s too far away from Austin for yet another condo building or bank. But it’s only two blocks away from beautiful downtown Creedmoor (and yes, we do have a traffic light). Maybe it will be a breakfast taco place.

Just a note for anyone considering opening up a food establishment: If you serve breakfast, you must serve breakfast tacos or you can just forget having any repeat customers. We love breakfast tacos.

I once saw a sign at a Mediterranean restaurant in Austin: “Now serving breakfast tacos.” They figured it out; whatever kind of food you serve for breakfast, wrap some kind of flatbread around it and call it a breakfast taco. Otherwise people in these here parts won’t bother coming back.

That was my retirement plan for a while, back when the toll road was just a set of squiggly lines on a piece of paper. Two of the alternate routes came through our property. Not the house, just the property, meaning that if one of those alternate routes was chosen, we’d be living a lot closer to the toll road than we are.

I wasn’t very happy with that idea, but I tried to look on the bright side. Directions to our house would have been much easier, something like: Exit in Creedmoor, turn right off of the exit ramp and onto our driveway. Now that’s simple. As it is, most people get lost unless they come out here regularly, regarless of the detailed directions we provide.

If the toll road really did come through our property, I thought, maybe I could retire and open up a breakfast taco trailer. I’d shuffle over to the trailer, just a few yards from my back door, wearing my pink quilted polyester robe, slippers and curlers. (Some customers might take fright seeing me like that, but they’d have to pay for their own therapy.) I’d fire up that grill and start scrambling those eggs with the best of ’em.

I mean, breakfast tacos with 2, 3, or 4 ingredients, homemade salsa (Bruce makes great salsa) and coffee. How hard can it be? I’d close up shop when I ran out of food for the day, then shuffle back to the house for my nap.

But a different toll road route was chosen, and there went my retirement plan. No breakfast tacos, no naps. My new retirement plan is to win the lotto. Not much chance of that happening either, since I rarely buy tickets. Until then, I’m still getting up every day and driving into Austin (without my robe, slippers and curlers but with my very own set of tailgaters). Fine.

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