02 Aug 06 The Lone Star State
My family moved back from the mission field to Victoria, Texas when as I was about to start high school way back in 1979. Four years in Victoria and four years in Abilene was enough to embed some Texan molecules in my DNA. Being here in Wichita Falls has brought back many, many memories. In a certain twist of irony I gave my well worn two pairs of ropers (if you don’t know what ropers are you’ve never lived in Texas) to goodwill prior to leaving Virginia. Maybe I should have kept them for one more fling in the Lone Star state!
We’ve enjoyed our don’t have to do anything visit at Rancho Drennan. The museum certainly must be a cultural oasis out here in the scrub land.
We ate at a hole in the wall BBQ joint in the seedy side of town. That is, of course, where all good BBQ joints are located. Finally, after a long time, I enjoyed some good brisket.
I consider myself a technical, electronic, media savvy kind of guy and so was brought down a couple of notches when I had to have Madison fix something on my mobile phone and had to have Reese show me how to work the Television remote.
Karl and Marisa, if you read today I’m sitting here in Hastings making use of the free high speed internet connection. Next I’m going on a hunt for some of that Dr. Pepper made with real cane sugar.
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Man, Randy! I wouldn’t have posted that 3rd paragraph if I were you! I’m forever having to have Jessica do something on my cell phone that I can’t figure out … and she does it in nano-seconds without knowing anything about my particular phone. Humiliating, to say the least.
You are right about the BBQ. Back in Alabama, the very best places were the worst looking, with no more than a C health rating and lots of flies in the vacinity. I think flies have something to do with really good BBQ, but that’s just my opinion.
Looking forward to hearing from you from Stockton!
I can relate to that phone thing. I’m sure I’m technologically challenged! Following close to that is the eye thing! I took a picture of a building when I was in D.C., and it had a sign in front of it. One of my nephews said it was a nice building, and I made some lame remark about not remembering which building it was. He said, “Well, it says right there on the sign………….!” Oh, well.
NEWS ALERT (Wichita Falls, TX)
Homeless Yankees from the North have been spotted in and around Wichita Falls. One eyewitness stated, “I heardt that scruffy feller speakin that Mezkin langij to one of them waiters at the restraunt. Musabeen one of them edjewcated Yankees speakin all foriegn and the like.”
This from another person who came in contact with the homeless group, “They wuz complainin about how hot is. Good Lord it was only a hunerdt and two. That’s prime bass fishin weather. Dang Yankees don’t have the common sense God gave a duck. When it’s that hot, get on the lake.”
These eyewitness acounts have lead some to believe that the Homeless Yankees are in fact aliens in possession of a multi-lingual translation devise and able to withstand unbearably cold temperatures as low as 60 degrees. Officials advise everyone to hide and secure thier bass boats. We will keep you updated on further developments.
I’m enjoying your cross-country odyssey.
Maybe I’d have some of that nice de javu stuff myself if I had ever lived anywhere else. Or done anything else.
Now I’m depressed.
I’ve been reading your ‘thoughts’ for some time now. As you are now, officially a part of our family, I have LOGGED in. I can now COMMENT instead of just talking to myself.
I am here to tell you that you have a fellow ‘roper’ owner here in your new home. Paul always has a pair of ropers and would not think of giving them to good will.
I have read lots of the comments from those who love you (all of you ) and want to assure you and them that we are thrilled to have you guys here. It was a wonderful fresh breeze through the office today when you guys came through.
welcom home, Wrays!
Sandy Cardoni (soon, just Sandy)