Miles from anywhere is Lubbock, Texas. If you blink you may pass it. If you somehow come upon Lubbock, Texas you are probably lost.
We stopped for lunch in Lubbock on our way to Roswell at a joint called the Cast Iron Skillet. It was basically a real-life Cracker Barrel. This is what Cracker Barrel must have modeled every one of their restaurants after. They served nothing healthy. Nothing vegetarian. Nothing you could call gluten-free. It was the antithesis to a typical New York City restaurant.
Anna got a salad served inside of a taco shell and covered with a friendly dollop of sour cream. I had a steak, breaded and deep fried.
After lunch we walked across the street to the Buddy Holly Center. Outside was a pair of gigantic horn-rimmed glasses like Buddy Holly used to wear. Next to the glasses was the house that Buddy used to practice in with his band. The house was uprooted from its original location and moved across town to the museum parking lot.
The Buddy Holly part of the museum was one large room with artifacts from his childhood and his very short recording career. I didn’t know that his career only lasted 18 months, though he had an incredible impact in that short time. His band traveled to the UK and their performances influenced the Beatles and Rolling Stones. The Beatles even named themselves after learning that Buddy Holly’s band was called The Crickets.
The museum did not have a ton of artifacts, probably because Holly’s career was so short. The most striking artifact was the pair of signature horn-rimmed glasses he was wearing when he died in the plane crash that took his life and the lives of Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper.
The museum, as every other museum, started and ended at the gift shop.
Even if the museum is one room, it will have a gift shop.