As a Baylor freshman in the early 1980’s, the town of West, Texas was THE place to spend Friday nights. Piling into a friend’s car, we drove the short trip north from Waco and flooded into the West Fraternal Hall wearing denim skirts and brand-spanking-new Luccheses.
West was where I first danced the Cotton-Eyed Joe.
Settled in the 1880’s by Czech and German immigrants, West is home to world-famous fruit kolaches—heavenly fruit pastries that lure in travelers speeding between Dallas and Austin all day, every day. And for Baylor students, the Czech Stop bakery was worth the drive across the Brazos River on Saturday mornings.
Last week in West, a massive explosion flattened a fertilizer plant killing 14 and injuring 200 of the town’s 2,600+/- people. Homes, businesses, lives were destroyed. Once again we are reminded how everything can change in the blink of an eye.
Praying for the people of West, Texas…
Cotton-eyed Joe, Bill Monroe