The Mansfield Dam
Kenny had been away in the Army for several years and when he returned he came to work with us. We were working in Austin, several locations. He and I were coming down Red Bud Trail where it crosses the low bridge just below the Tom Miller Dam. Kenny, the passenger, was taking in all the sights of Austin, marveling at how things were growing in the little town where we had spent much of our early years. As we wound down the hill and headed across the bridge I looked up at the dam and said “Dang Kenny, isn’t … Continue reading The Mansfield Dam