A Trip: Burkburnett, Texas

Big B on the Ragin’ Red; well, Big B, Burkburnett, really is not very large and the Ragin’ Red, Red River, seldom rages. I love Burkburnett. I love the people in Burkburnett. Just wish that I had not lost all of the photographs that I took there during highschool. I graduated in June and left for the Marine Corps in August.

This trip I wanted to capture the flavor of the once oil town that I had remembered from the 1950’s—same as every time I return. Didn’t work out that way this time but I did get the premier photograph of this trip while in Burkburnett. It has already been posted in a previous thread.

Paul and I were headed to a small park over near the Red River Bridge when he spotted a ’51 Chevy parked beside the street with a for sale sign. He asked if I thought anyone would mind if he took some photographs. I told him of course not.