Category Archives: Texana

Frigid

Gracious. It’s 10 a.m. and the temperature is only just now rising into the lower forties. Winter has come awfully early. I hope this means January will be warmish. Nothing like a leisurely sail in January’s sun to remind why one lives in Tejas.

The problem with toll roads: The signs

Toll roads are commonplace in other parts of the country but somewhat unusual down here. Which may help to explain how I got lost coming back from Temple the other day despite having driven the route for, oh, about thirty years, off and on. It would help if the signs weren’t so confusing. You hear that, TXDot?

I was on I-35 going south when I was offered the chance to take the new Texas 45 toll road that joins up with Mo-Pac Boulevard west of Austin which is near home. I paid my $1.50, figuring to beat the I-35 snarl that starts near Georgetown and continues well south of Austin. Everything was fine until the toll road suddenly divided. Left was another new toll road, Texas 130, which the sign said went to South Austin, and right was more Texas 45 west to Round Rock. It was confusing, and at 70 mph there wasn’t time to think. I knew I didn’t want to go to Round Rock, so I went left and soon had to pay another $1.50.

Fortunately, I almost ran out of gas, which meant I had to get off 130 to find a gas station. As it was I wound up at a station in Pflugerville, which is well east of Austin. It took a while to mentally adjust to being well out of the way of where I wanted to go. If I’d not had to stop for gas, I could have wound up well south of Austin, which is where 130 goes. As it was I only had to cut west across north Austin to find Mo-Pac, turn left and head home. Next time, I’ll know to skip Texas 130 altogether.

Armadillo joke

Question: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Answer: To prove to the armadillo that it CAN be done. 

Gun grabbers: chill

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Borrowed this from Scott, at TFG, from a post he did on the Supreme Court’s anticipated ruling on handgun ownership. He reminds that the last time these wheezers did a constitutional ruling, they decided the government could take your house, at whim, with impunity. This time, however, if they get confiscatory, it’s going to be altogether different. The flag above is from the opening shot, as it were, of the litle dustup known as the Texas Revolution. It worked then, and I truly suspect, it could work now. On the other hand, and here I may diverge from Scott, I do think the government has the precedent and the right (indeed, the duty) to regulate the ownership of things like fully-automatic rifles and machine guns. They don’t belong in private hands. Handguns, however, licensed and more ubiquitous than they are today, could have ameliorated, if not wholly prevented, yesterday’s tragedy in Omaha, for instance. Otherwise, we will all be sheep at the mercy of any lunatic seeking his fifteen minutes of media fame.

Knight of the air

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Finally found a copy of this cool World War II photo of Latino fighter ace (six German fighters) Richard Candelaria of El Paso posing in front of his P-51 Mustang in full knight-of-the-air panoply. I’ve seen it cropped and enlarged to better effect, but this one will do. It’s from the site of a new book/dvd about him and a few others.

UPDATE: Found this good after-action report by RC of a 5 Dec 44 encounter near Berlin, including his pulling his high-performance Mustang into a barrel roll “straight down.”

Cistern of the Republic

That is undoubtedly too grand a headline for what is, essentially, a piddling archaeological tale of an old rain-catcher in the Brazosport Facts, one of Texas’ more curious newspapers. Its name, alone, is curious. But this cistern allegedly held water that Sam Houston and Stephen F. Austin probably drank at the first capital of the Republic of Texas–before the capital was moved, first to Houston, and then to Austin.

Via Mouth of the Brazos 

Happy Hanukkah

You’ve heard, no doubt, of the Little Creamery (i.e. Blue Bell Ice Cream) in Brenham, a small town east of Austin. So you should meet the Little Synagogue, in this good Hanukkah story by one of the daily’s nice Jewish girl writers. The old Orthodox temple, B’Nai Abraham, is 122 years old. The last two aging members of the Recorded Texas Historical Landmark–as the story on this first evening of the Festival of Lights says–are "keeping the lights aglow" and praying for someone to take over when they’re gone.