Talk To Scott

Hey, who says San Angelo doesn’t have anything to do? Saturday we went to the Chicken Ranch on Martin Luther King Boulevard. Interesting doesn’t begin to describe it. The reason we went last Saturday was the fact that the first Saturday of the month is supposed have interesting things for kids. I think I enjoyed it more than they did. Here is what I found at the Chicken Ranch.
• Renaissance dancers. It certainly wasn’t the Texas Two Step that the strangely clad people were doing. Pretty cool.
• A band with a fiddle player, local legend Coy Moses, playing a country favorite , “Faded Love,” among others. You can’t do much better than that
• Incredible jewelry. Booths abounded with handmade jewelry. Move over Santa Fe, New Mexico.
• Pottery. I could watch clay on a wheel, taking the shape given to it by experienced and artistic hands.
• A homemade lathe. My son and I got to see how a craftsman might make furniture. He and I actually shaped wood.
• Fact painting and portraits by local artists.
• Paintings of all kinds. Every gallery held the promise of something exciting. Western, abstract, Christian, and who knows what awaited me.
• Canned and pickled vegetables of all descriptions. Ok, where else can somebody buy pickled watermelon rind? I bought some and it is amazingly good.
• Homemade root beer. Good stuff.
• Someone welding a statue of assorted pieces of metal. It was someone on a horse…I think.
• Interesting people. I have always been a people watcher. The folks at the ranch are a collection of aging hippies, curious yuppies, people with puppies, ladies with babies, and people who just like a good time.

I am not a regular at the Chicken Ranch, although I have been several times, but I can assure you that there is something for everyone. Get your kids, load up and go visit. I’ll certainly come back, but I have yet to see a chicken.