There was a time when the river loop area would have been visible here from my favorite front porch location. Back in the day, it didn’t amount to much more than a big flat area covered with huisache brush crisscrossed with dirt roads containing potholes big enough to swallow a car. Most of the brush has disappeared and houses are popping up in the area now. As a youngster, after a day of swimming at Dripping Springs with my sisters and our friend Margaret Davenport (now Lovelace), we sometimes rode home through that area in the back seat of Nanny Blackwell’s ...