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Then weave through the Hill Country toward San Antonio, basking in the dry crackle of history. Snow’s is in the middle of nowhere, about an hour east of Austin.But recently we asked ourselves an uncomfortable question: If we had only one year left on earth, what would we do in the Lone Star State?A spirited conversation ensued, writers and editors submitted their picks, and more than two hundred ideas poured forth.The view is amazing—you can gaze from the Alamo down the River Walk and peer into the hazy distance of South Texas. That would all change in November, but on that day we were simply young boys in search of adventure.Stay for dinner in the revolving restaurant and watch the sun set and the city begin to sparkle with lights. It was the autumn of 1963 and my best friends, Charles Mc Commas and Greg Chitsey, and I were all twelve years old. We got free tickets and Friday off from school for State Fair of Texas Day.