Last year after we went to see Emmylou in Gruene we took a bit of a detour and stopped in Seguin, TX because the queen had a knit shop she wanted to check out there. Turns out it was more of a small craft store with a few knitty type things. Gruene, pronounced ‘green’, rhymes [...]
I HEART water towers. I HATE water towers. Angel – Devil. Hot – Cold. Peas – Carrots. Upside down pineapple cake. Most communities view their water towers as functional entities without need for decoration or extra om-pa-pa. C’mon, y’all! All y’all! Every water tower needs some om-pa-pa. But noooooooooooo. Most water towers are vertical testimonials [...]
Our last stop before heading back to Houston was the Jerry Lee Lewis Museum in Ferriday, LA. Unfortunately, it wasn’t open when we arrived. Which is a bummer because, according to the web site, Jerry Lee’s brother, Frankie Jean, will give you a personal tour. Ugh. I really need to research these things. How awesome [...]
In the last post I, very wrongly, bad bad me, placed Natchez in Louisiana. No, that is not the correct answer, I am the weakest link. Wet noodle, whip me now. Natchez is in Mississippi. If you are old, like me, I know when you spell Mississippi, you probably say this in your head, “em-eye-crooked [...]
After contemplating the mysteries of the Abita Mystery House, we found refuge at a hotel in Mandeville during a torrential downpour. We sat in the common area drinking beer and wine and ordered some ‘za. The pizza delivery specialist was a real trooper bringing us pizza during a Looziana monsoon. The next day we headed [...]
As you should be aware by now, there are many places to experience the vast mysteries of the universe, to stand in awe before the questions that have no answers, to be dang ol’ gobsmacked at how mysteriously mysterious mystery can be. There is the mystery of Confusion Hill in Californy. There is the mysterious [...]
Hmmm, August 14 was the last time I posted. Dang, a lot has kinda happened since then. I guess I could continue on about the Denver trip, but that was so last July. Besides we weren’t there very long and basically drank beer because there be a lot of crafty beer making types in Colorado. [...]
July came around and we hi-tailed it out to Denver to visit GFIrene – the original American nomad. She who has lived all over the dang place. From Houston she went to LA and now to Denver. It’s a right, easy drive – 45 to Dallas, 35 to Salina (rhymes with vagina), Kansas, take a [...]
The Gargantuan Epic Eastern Road Trip of 2012 was over, and we were spent. We slugged around for a couple weeks but then had to hit the road again to go see Emmylou play at Gruene Hall. No, you do not pronounce it “groan” or “groany”. It’s “green”. I wouldn’t want you to em-barrass yerself [...]
By the time we got to Oak Park, we were wanin’ We found our faces left hangin’ on the bed We laughed about thinkin’ we’d see the Bean ‘Cause I’ve over planned so many times before… Unfortunately, Oak Park was the last stop of the Epic East Coast Odyssey of 2012, which meant we were [...]
Before I get to the Frankapalooza Oak Park Tour, I believe I heard the soft thud of suggested knit shop absence. Oh ye of little faith! Thoust should never doubtest a knit shop visit if there is a knit shop in the va-cinity. Lo and behold – It was at this point my camera battery [...]
It’s oaky, it’s parky, it’s Oak Park, our final destination on the Amazing Epic Eastern Road Trip of 2012. I guess Oak Park is considered a suburb of Chicago, but it doesn’t resemble a suburb in the way I think of suburbs – planned communities with houses made of ticky tacky. It compares more favorably [...]
The Turn You On Tour of 2012. It’s all a blur now. The queen mum drove us to Ausable Forks on the Ausable river, the one that flows to Ausable Chasm all in an effort to find picture taking turn ons there and along the way. If you like the word ‘Ausable’, there ya go. [...]
Did you miss me? Of course you did. Your life is an empty hollow mass of nothingness without an update from moi. It’s not my intention to leave you in a puddle of your own drool staring at the wall ensconced in a vegetative state akin to a blight ridden eggplant, but hey, you’ll get [...]
From Vermont we crossed into New York on our journey up the Adirondack Northway to visit the queen’s mother **queue celebratory music like on Masterpiece Theater** – queen mum. You may bow or curtsy now. And don’t look at the queen mum. And don’t sneeze in front of the queen mum. And don’t flair your [...]
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