Category Archives: Texana

Back to the rancho

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 Goliad of La Bahia, including the Fannin memorial, The Angel, Gen. Zaragoza’s statue, and the chapel at La Bahia, all of which I will explain in my own way when I get the pictures posted, one at a time over the next month or so.

Finally we stopped in Lulling to take snaps of the decorated oil pump jacks: a Killer Whale and two kids eating watermelon on a teeter-totter. Touristing, you might say, though we’ve seen it all a thousand times. Comforting, though.

Getting back on the horse

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 out. Updates on this important news item on the hour.

UPDATE:  He did it! Said he didn’t see (or feel) any this time. But the higher than usual heat and humidity (heat index of 105 F) finally drove him back inside.

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.

Texas celebrity sighting

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 passenger-side door of his truck. Right atop a drawing of a football. I heard the cashier tell him “Thanks, coach,” when he paid for himself and two friends.

Back in the car Mrs. Charm did a quick Google on him on her iPhone and found that he has retired to a horse ranch near Goliad. Imagine running horses at his age.

She also found a Tweet on Barry’s visit to Austin today. It said that Gov. Rick Perry was at the airport to meet him and handed the prez two letters: F and U. Heh.

The 200-mile rule

That’s what they used to call it at a certain Dallas newspaper that is no more. Meaning when the story was beyond 200 miles being extra careful about the facts became, essentially, unnecessary. Because nobody out thataway was likely to be reading it.

In New York City, and New Jersey, when I worked in NJ in the 70s, it was more like the 50-mile rule, but the principle was the same. Emphasis on was. The intertubes have changed all that everywhere. Now, not only is everyone beyond 50- or 200-miles likely to read it, people on the other side of the world can, too. It makes everything harder. See why the legacy media hates the Web?

Off to Port A

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 Spanish vacation — with the Daily Mail dubbing her a ‘modern-day Marie Antoinette’—closing Mediterranean beaches while booking 60-plus rooms in a five star Marbella hotel for her entourage…”), but, then, we’re spending our own money, not yours.

Liveblogging the Rangers’ auction

Me, I gave up on the Strangers years ago. But not TFG. He’s a devoted fan.

UPDATE: Hall of Fame pitcher and Texas Rangers president Nolan Ryan won the bidding. I’m happy. So is TFG (Warning: second link Not Safe For Work).