Wrote This June 1, 2012 - Unpublished (About My Deceased Dog Ripley) by Terri Rimmer

Just saw that Old Rip's, this Tex Mex restaurant that opened three years ago, just closed. I was surprised because it was really popular with the TCU students.

When it opened I took a picture of the sign outside because Rip was one of Ripley's main nicknames and I thought it was apropo.

Kinda sad, now they're both gone.

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