THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER

It was the usual long haul back this afternoon. Coming back from Port A always seems harder than going down there. Anticipation is over, I suppose. We did stop for lunch in Cuero, for a change, at one of the town’s mainstay eateries, a 50-year-old burger joint called K&N Root Beer.
And we took pictures in [...]

Mr. B. has finally been convinced, on the last day of our annual Port A trip, that he needs to try and “get back on the horse” instead of letting his Tuesday bout with the Sea Nettles keep him out of the Gulf. He and Mrs. Charm and grandma from Fort Worth are just setting [...]

Mr. B. said “it felt like it clamped on me and stung,” describing the Sea Nettle that got him in the water today at the beach. He said he ran away from it and it let go. Seem to be a lot more of them than usual this year. Really hot and high humidity, too, [...]

Saw Bum Phillips this afternoon at a restaurant in  Goliad, on the way down to Port A. Except for the two in-ear hearing aids in his ears the former coach of the former Houston Oilers looked younger than his 80-something years.
No, he was not wearing his trademark cowboy hat. But one was painted on the [...]

Our annual jaunt to the beach begins Monday and will increase by one day and night this year, as the condo adds a free day to three paid. Sign of the economic times, no doubt—though Texas isn’t suffering near the 22 percent unemployment indicated by some measures.
Hardly in Michelle Obama’s class, of course (“Michelle’s $375,000 [...]

Mrs. C., whose hearing is much better than mine, said the pool pump sounded strange. She found the pressure gauge riding 10 instead of its usual 26, so she cut it off. Return pipes in the scuppers seem to be clogged. Waiting now for pool guys to come check. Hoping the water doesn’t turn green [...]

HEB, it seems, is only carrying East Texas peaches at the moment. Mrs. Charm, back last night from her week in California, bought some this afternoon. Huh, I said, what happened to the Hill Country crop? None in evidence, said she. Must be just around the corner, though, as the growers out there are advertising [...]

Mr. B. and I will do it alone this year, as we drive Mrs. Charm to the airport shortly after noon to fly to California to spend a week with my sister. We’re going to buy some sparklers on the way home to do it right this year. Fortunately for me, he’s still leery of [...]

Confluence of events here. Mrs. C., whose best friend is dying, was distraught last night about how the friend and others she relies on are all older than she and so she will have to face their deaths. Probably so, I said, and paraphrased Accuweather’s Joe Bastardi’s tag line (”Enjoy the weather, it’s the only [...]

Not our usual Rancho antiques, but reliable Knockouts, or Radrazz beauts.