More Ft. Davis pics
This is the house my father was born and grew up in. It's adobe and stone. ADOBE!
Here's another view.
And another.
You can probably tell that no one lives there anymore. Aparently ownership is divided among many siblings and cousins including my father.
Tomorrow is International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Read all about it
here.
Over at
Xanga.com, Ive been participating in the Weekly Photo Challenge.
This week's
Photo Challenge is Before and After. Here is my entry.
BEFORE
AFTER
Personnaly, I prefer blogger to Xanga, but
a friend has a blog there so I ended up with
one while trying to post a comment on his blog.
Get Fuzzy!
I thought the two or three 3BCP fans out there might enjoy this. If it's too small to read,
click here.
September 11- enough already
I was there, ok. Eight blocks to the east. I answered the phones at work for hours afterwards, trying to help worried callers with whatever information I had. I breathed in the dust, smelled the stench for months. You know what? I'm sick of hearing about it. Enough already. Bad things happen to people all over the world, both by natural and man-made causes. No one else whines about it as much as we do. Suck it up.
And how much longer do we have to hear
God Bless America during the seventh inning stretch? I don't apreciate the song stealing the spotlight from
Take Me Out to the Ballgame. They always say, "To honor America, so-and-so will now sing
God Bless America." Isn't that why we sing the
Star Spangled Banner before the game? How much honoring does America need, and what do they even mean by that? We're a bunch of Americans (mostly, there could be some tourists at the game) in America engaged in the American passtime. So we're basicly honoring ourselves, right? What's that about?
Enough already. I remember. I'll never forget. I don't need to be reminded evertime I go to the ballpark. They still mention Pear Harbor on the news every year, so I guess there will be some kind of annual memorial for a long time to come, but take it down a notch, will you?
For Labor Day weekend my parents and I planned to visit my father's home town of Fort Davis, Texas. We were also planned to hit the
Marfa Lights Festival in nearby Marfa and The
Big Bend Balloon Bash (hot air balloons) in the similarly nearby Alpine.
Just about everything that could go wrong did go wrong.
First the motel screwed up our reservations. Apparently the area is a popular getaway for Labor Day and the Marfa thing is a big deal to some, so places fill up. My mother is in a wheel chair until we can get her knee replacement surgery. So, she needs a handicap accessible room and most hotels/motels only have a few. Mom had reserved such a room weeks ago at the Fort Davis Motor Inn and RV Campground for Saturday and Sunday nights. When we get there these idiots tell us that the reservation was for Friday night and since we weren't there they gave the room to someone else. They weren't very apologetic and totally unhelpful, making no effort to find us another room somewhere else. So, SCREW YOU FORT DAVIS MOTOR INN AND RV CAMPGROUND!
Several months ago we had read an article in the Odessa American about a new restaurant/bar in Fort Davis called the Sherlock Holmes Outpost. So we decided to have lunch there and go back home.
Look, Watson, a clue! The outpost must be this way.
Mom couldn't resist telling the waitress, Hannah, how crappy the Motor Inn had been. Hannah told us that the same people who own the Outpost also owned a new hotel in town,
The Harvard Hotel, and she'd call them and see if they had anything. They did and Hannah set the whole thing up. The room was about twice what we were going to spend at the Motor Inn, but we figured, better to have one night in a nice place than two nights in a crappy place, or no nights at all, so we took it.
The Harvard Hotel was very nice, but the bed was too high for mom to get into so she ended up sleeping in the roll-away bed while Dad and I took the double. Both of them snored so much that it was hard for me to get to sleep.
In the morning we were supposed to head over to the Balloon Bash in time for the 8am launch. The 'rents were slow getting started and since we were only staying the one night now, we had to pack everything up. So, by the time we got there the balloons had already launched. The only balloon left was a tethered one that was giving rides. Since we still had to get to the festival, I decided it wasn't worth waiting in the long line for an obviously very short balloon ride.
The Marfa Lights Festival turned out to be lame and we got rained on. I'm told that the festival has been better in the past. For those of you who don't know, the Marfa Lights are fairly famous "ghost lights" that have been witnessed for at least 100 years. There are lost of theories, both scientific and crackpot, but supposedly no one knows what causes them. Since we couldn't stay the extra night, I didn't get the chance to see them. Thus I can not yet give my opinion on the cause. I suspect that it was once a natural phenomena that is now augmented by the city council.
Add to all that my father's crap driving and my mother's crabieness and it was a real shit vacation.
I got some cool pictures though. I'll post more later.
Hurricane in brief.
Let me briefly say that I won't be saying much if anything else about the hurricane on this blog. It's not that I don't care or that I don't have thoughts and feelings about it. I do. It's just that it seems like everyone else on the internet is talking about it. Whatever I have to say is already being said by hundreds, possibly thousands of others,
Michael Moore, for example. So I'm going to stick with stuff that no one else is saying. I will only say this...
BUSH SUCKS AND HURRICANES BLOW!
This weekend we took a trip to my Father's home town, Fort Davis, Texas. As usual, nothing went smothly- messed up hotel reservation, dead car battery, and rain. I took a bunch of pictures, which I'll post later. For now I'll just give you a few from a nifty little place called
The Sherlock Holmes Outpost.
In the morning we were supposed to head over to the Balloon Bash in time for the 8am launch. The 'rents were slow getting started and since we were only staying the one night now, we had to pack everything up. So, by the time we got there the balloons had already launched. The only balloon left was a tethered one that was giving rides. Since we still had to get to the festival, I decided it wasn't worth waiting in the long line for an obviously very short balloon ride.
The Marfa Lights Festival turned out to be lame and we got rained on. I'm told that the festival has been better in the past. For those of you who don't know, the Marfa Lights are fairly famous "ghost lights" that have been witnessed for at least 100 years. There are lost of theories, both scientific and crackpot, but supposedly no one knows what causes them. Since we couldn't stay the extra night, I didn't get the chance to see them. Thus I can not yet give my opinion on the cause. I suspect that it was once a natural phenomena that is now augmented by the city council.