I was in Del Rio once as a 10-year old. My parents would bundle the kids into a car every other summer for a visit to Texas, where my mother was born (me too, actually) and where there were lots of relatives. My father liked to take different routes so we wouldn't just see the same stuff every time, and one year he decided to take the Southern return to get back from Austin to El Paso -- 1955, I am pretty sure it was. So we left Austin, went to San Antonio for the Alamo visit, and continued on to Del Rio.
Even at 10, I could recognize a place that was a long way from anywhere when I saw it. Del Rio was tiny, low, dusty and hot. I knew there was supposed to be a river, but I don't remember seeing it or feeling cooled by the supposed nearby water. The thing I remember most about it was a drive-in theater where people didn't have to sit in their cars to watch the movie. They could leave their cars and take the steps to the top of the refreshment stand/projection booth and sit on folding chairs up there in what passed for the evening breeze. I never saw that arrangement anywhere else.
I wish I could remember what the movie was, but all I remember are the rooftop chairs and the heat.
The next day we visited Langtry, which was smaller, flatter and hotter than Del Rio.
I just learned that Roy Bean spent some of his youthful years (late 1840s) in San Diego before heading back to be a big shot in Texas. His brother Joshua was San Diego's first mayor (elected 1850).
I imagine Del Rio today is not as far away from everywhere as it used to be, except perhaps in terms of the safety of its citizens and visitors. I'm not sure I would want to drive through again.