I'm looking for a new crop. He was lucky. He made it back to town with no stops on the way that I heard of. Pilgrim Larry McMurtry at the Dairy Queen Driving across the endless plains of Texas, and wondering when and where somebody moved Amarillo, there are two structures that appear out of nowhere. A Dairy Queen, and a grain elevator.
Every small town has both.
Without either, no doubt the towns would dry up and blow away. My writer friend who lives in an old abandoned beer joint down close to Johnson City says his idea of formal dining is wearing shoes to the Dairy Queen. Texans have an undying love for these places. They are a gathering place for hometown philosophers, coffee drinkers and common folks who have a hankering for a Belt Buster or a chicken-fried steak. There is no doubt that if for some reason every Dairy Queen in Texas should close their doors, thousands of people would be left homeless.