Too many years ago, now, we drove down to San Antonio. It was a great trip, down the Natchez Trace part of the way, stopping off at Tupelo, Mississippi — Elvis’ birthplace — to see his tiny house, stopping off at Oxford, Mississippi to see Faulkner’s … not so tiny house.
In San Antonio, we saw many things, and I’ll probably revisit some of them on other Throwback Thursdays because — I’ll be frank — I don’t have that many outstanding memories to share.
ANYWAY, one of my favorite things we saw, and the only thing we didn’t explore that I wish we could have, was the O. Henry House.
We had a hideous adventure that morning, with the car window deciding to not roll up, which was not a good thing in downtown San Antonio. So Charlie took the door panel off and jiggered it around — also no fun in downtown San Antonio in the summer — and finally fixed it. And then the little house/museum was closed. Closed. What a disappointment to me. Not to anybody else, mind you, but to me. Alas.
But I got this picture of the deliciously tiny house. I seem to recall reading that this was not the original location of the house, but it was the original location of a bar O. Henry favored, which charmed me utterly.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What writer’s house would you like to see, and why?