Tuesday, December 14, 2010

An fyi nonsense

This is one of those blugs that has no major purpose other than to inform and help take up my day. Let us start with...

#1 Just read in the paper that a well-known guide in South America - more than likely Brazil even though that fact eludes me - his name I cannot remember either - while he is "well-known," to me he is not "know well" - this guide - in his kayak - was leading a group up the river when an alligator grabbed him out of the kayak - he is missing and presumed lost.
There can be no reason why it reminds me of the story about wanting to die in my sleep like Grandpop Frank, not yelling and screaming like the passengers on his bus. But it does.
If your guide in his Kayak - and I presume you must be in a Kayak as well - is grabbed by an alligator, what is your next move? Where must Tarzan be when we need him. Which, un-remotely, reminds me of a line I used to use in band when the same kid missed D flat 4 times in a row: "Where is Lee Harvey Oswald when we need him?"

#2 Last Saturday night the Corsicana Swing Orchestra played in Teague, Texas. It was their yearly Christmas tour of homes. We set up in a 4 sided tent/bldg and played till the boss man tired. Sent an email to some about this affair. A major cold front blew through while we played. This is the same front that blankets the north and east with snow as I type. Time to move further south.

#3 Speaking of Lee Harvey Oswald, the newspaper had a photo of his coffin. It seems that he was dug up 15-20 years ago to check him for something out of little importance to the natural world. He was reburied in a new swanky coffin. The old coffin remained in the back room of some mortuary for these 15-20 years. I must say that the photo does not speak well for the permanency of inexpensive coffins.
They are going to auction off the coffin soon. My wife told me "No." If she actually had learned to cuss properly at an earlier age, I am sure it would have been "@$%&#$^$*+@ NO!!!!!" She leads a sheltered life & I was saved.

#4 You drive out of Denison west or outta Pottsboro north and before you get to Bro Jim&E's place you pass through Fink, Texas. It seems Fink is slowly going away. It was originally started by the Finke family - a Fred Finke arrived in 1884 - but the town is going away. Tis for sale (see #3 above in regards to me buying it).
3 1/2 acre spread with a defunct 17-room motel, adjoining cafe and convenience store, 2 dozen dry boat stalls, and a histerical marker. Fink was on the Shawnee Trail. The present owner moved in a house from Denison - used it for a liquor store and reopened the motel. Nothing has worked. For Sale. Asking price $1.57 mil. Anybody want to go into a failing business with me?

#5 We had another cold front come through this week. I beat it by cooking a couple of small steaks on the grill outside. I experimented with cooking jalopenos too. We cut them in half - covered in Monterey Jack cheese - wrapped in a half piece of bacon and grilled for about 30+ minutes. They were good. No, they were REALLY GOOD.
Also, squeezed some lime into my tea. The half-lime was kapoot and since I had 5 dogs standing at my feet waiting for a food mishap, I leaned over and offered the lime to each dog. Only Oscar and Fritz would even lick the lime. The others moved on fast. Interesting that a dog, Fritz, will eat dog poop off the yard, but a lime taste bad. It makes me think I should harvest the back yard and go into business. If nobody else, surely a Chinese restaurant would buy our product.

#6 Those of the scientific bent or just like pretty things that are different - went to this website:
http://www.bathsheba.com/ that I found in the Scientific American magazine. Interesting stuff.

#7 Finally before page 2 is composed: somebody has more money than I.



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