The Texan is a small local store in our neighborhood. It’s been here for decades and has grown its inventory to include every staple and many other groceries a household might need. It is our go-to for butter, milk, bread, or wine in a pinch. 

The clerks there have been there for years. They are truly a delight at the end of a long day or first thing on a Saturday morning. They make me feel like I’ve stepped back into the 1950s when you knew your grocer by name.  

I’m grateful for the Texan and hope that it continues to stand the test of time.