A couple days ago I posted about my dilemma as whether it is better to travel the South during tornado season or hurricane season. Seeing things like this only complicates the decision making process.
Well folks, it was intentionally built this way to attract the attention of travelers on Interstate 40 which cuts across the panhandle of Texas. A few more miles down the interstate lies the town of Shamrock, my point of interest that afternoon. There they have a genuine piece of stone from the ruins Blarney Castle, Ireland.
Now you may be asking yourself why he would go out of his way to see this? That is okay, sometimes I find myself asking the very same question. I could say "because its there" but more to the truth is it is the fun in the hunt.
No I didn't kiss the Blarney Stone. I don't even want to think of all the lips that touched that thing.
But in the process of the hunt sometimes I come across a bonus that is even better than why I came to the town in the first place, something which I didn't know was there.
As the story goes about the Blarney stone, the arrival of the stone to Shamrock in 1959 was so important to the towns people that the mayor called out the Texas Highway Patrol and Texas National Guard who supposedly positioned a machine gun atop the drug store to safeguard the chunk of rock as it was wheeled through town.