It’s not a bad thing, driving this way. How else would one see a town called I.X.L., population 59, at last count? Heading north into I.X.L. the sign says: I.X.L. Returning south it says: IXL. To the south of I.X.L. is a pecan grove with acres of tall and wide trees. Underneath the trees the grass is smooth and green as a lawn. Cows drowse in the cool and peaceful shadows. The North Canadian River crosses your path on the way to I.X.L. It’s a shallow but wide river, with sand bars dividing it nearly in two. This year it’s especially low, but the white egrets and herons still come to fish.
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It would be a shame not to add to one’s knowledge the various offerings from these towns: Clark’s Maintenance, Hoss’ Tire Shop (with the colorfully-painted stone wall), Rob’s Magneto Service, and the Speed-a-Way right on the corner. You never know when you might find yourself in need of their services. “Tiger” is running for Head Chief this year and would appreciate your vote. In Bristow you can buy yourself a brand new Ford, load up on barbed wire, eat a pizza, visit the archery store or simply stop in at the gas station for “hot subs, cold beer, cheap cig.” If your old VW Beetle or Rabbit needs a part, look no further than the VW graveyard with its long lines of rusty, windowless bugs; your dune buggy needs can also be met. And the Paden Mud Bog would be glad to get your business, if one could figure out exactly what the Paden Mud Bog was selling.