Category Archives: Scribbles

The Rocket fizzles

Hey, Rog. When you get invited to the politicians’ big dog-and-pony-show, you better not lie. Career liars, themselves, they love catching others at it. Makes them look sooo righteous. Bye-bye Hall of Fame? Should UT un-retire his number? The daily’s Cedric Golden and Kirk Bohls agree on the first one. But not on the second.

Mr. B.’s crowded classroom

His fifth grade class, which meets for the first time on Monday, will have thirty pupils. That’s eight more than his fourth grade class had. Seems the public school system has no maximum size requirements for fifth grade. Getting them ready for the crowded classrooms of middle school, I’d bet.

The school principal says she’s working on reducing the fifth grade class sizes, but is promising nothing. Figures. I bet there are two things at work here: the teachers’ unions keeping pay high so more teachers can’t be hired, and the swarm of illegal immigrants flowing across our Southern border.

Port A ferry

originalWe ride these things every summer when we go to Port Aransas but I never remember to photograph them. Fortunately, Barry of Barry’s Photo Blog does. He also has many other good shots, some of them intriguing composites. Explore them here.

Civil War randoms

Writing two Civil War blogs, here and here, even though I have ample material for both, means I spend a fair amount of time reading about the war and wandering the various sites/blogs available. While some people have a tendency to see the war in simplistic good vs evil terms, its actual complexities can be breathtaking.

Such as this site by an independent historian on the history of Northern slavery and the enduring legal restrictions on freed slaves there during the North’s supposed war to free the slaves. Another good one is this author’s blog on his new book about the somewhat-obscure 1st Georgia Regiment. But for sheer irony you can’t beat the tale of Confederate Gen. Gordon who invaded Pennsylvania before Gettysburg and wound up forming his soldiers in a bucket brigade to save a Yankee town from a fire.

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Teeter Totter

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The never-ending stimulus

My personal favorite is my tax money spent on Chinese prostitutes. In China.

Sea Nettles at Port A

seanettlesMr. 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, but it’s usually like that.