Fortress of Solitude
In the time I have lived in Fort Worth, I have had no luck in making this place home. I always think of the wonderful life I had among friends in Houston. Places to eat, favorite hangouts, a wonderful church home, city parks, museums and theatre plays, and so much more. Even though it seemed like I was changing places of residence every six months, I still had a couple of places of retreat to use as an oasis. The first was Molly's Pub, an Irish bar located a block off El Camino Real in Clear Lake. I could walk in any given time of day, and the outside world, along with its accompaying stresses and worries, would slip away. Camaraderie, conviviality, laughter, and plain, old-fashioned fun would be the order of the day and easily found inside. Molly's Pub was my Cheers. Another place of oasis was found near Baybrook Mall close to the Olive Garden. There was an undeveloped patch of land with two dead end streets that would fool people into believing led to Circuit City.