Frederick Burr Opper, 1881
…and you thought gun control was some kind of modern day stupidity.
Frederick Burr Opper, 1881
…and you thought gun control was some kind of modern day stupidity.
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Well, I know you were all up past midnight last night celebrating the Armadillos’ late night victory, but come on now, you’ve got to get up sometime. Have a great one.
Hill Country bound for more new HEROs
Yall enJOY!
Congratulations San Saba Armadillos!!
/balloons and sparklers going off
Morning, everyone.
Centerpoint is trimming trees in their easement along our back fence. They are using the longest pole saws I have ever seen, might be 25′-30′. I already heard what their shredder truck sounds like when it was further up the street.
Condolences to the family of President George H.W. Bush on his passing last night. He is now with his beloved Barbara and their sweet daughter Robin who died young.
Seen elsewhere online numerous posts regarding President Bush’s passing that drip disrespect, out and out hatred, lack of common decency, lack of more than two brain cells to rattle together, and comments that those making them would never dare make face to face to him or his family. In short, a bunch of despicable cowards. Not gonna go back to that site to read the very few decent comments.
RIP, GHW Bush, POTUS #41.
Why on earth does the Big XII (-II) have a “championship” game? They’ve all already played each other and Oklahoma won with the best record.
Why on earth does the Big XII (-II) have a “championship” game? They’ve all already played each other.
#8 – I was going to respond, but Phil beat me to the punch. And besides, now the the Big XII has outlawed the horns down sign so as to not offend the tender feelings of the longhorns, people will anxiously watch to see which OU player is first to disobey the rules and flash the sign. Frankly, if I were an OU player, I would be organizing the entire team to flash the horns down sign starting with the coin toss if not before. Of course, the horns up sign is still OK. The feelings of the poor little OU players are just to be disregarded I guess. But, controversy sells tickets. Let’s see which side can play the victim card the best.
Well, it was a rhetorical question 😉
I just want Northwestern to beat OSU.
Cool pic
You know ol Texpat got me to thinking yesterday when he said he’s sick of all the negative news.
So I said to myself, Self, since you’ve already given up all the 24/7/365 Newspeak Media of the Mobs channels I think you should quit politics and listening to talk radio too.
It’s really just an aggravation.
To paraphrase my favorite Caddyshack clip the Deep State dictates and says “You’ll get the government WE WANT you to get and like it.
Doesn’t matter who we want or elect. Besides the courts run the country anyway and there are so many corrupt federal judges I don’t believe this ship can ever turn back.
I guess after Trump is gone in either 2020 or 2024 the GOOPees think I’ll go out and vote for another Marco Rubio or Jeb Bush type.
Wrong.
And after Texas and Florida turn blue it won’t matter because the clock is gone folks.
So in the meantime I’ll spend time with the wife, run some miles, travel a little and drink some Cab and live it out.
Oh and Hook em Horns.
P.S. I think they should keep the down Horns sign. I kind of like it when UT is getting their butts kicked.
c’est la vie folks.
Well, it was a rhetorical question
And a rhetorical answer.:)
#12 Hamous
That is George H. W. Bush as a member of Yale’s baseball team accepting an award. Nice pic
#11 Hamous
May the smallest Big 10 + 4 team beat the snot out of Ohio State.
May the smallest Big 10 + 4 team everyone beat the snot out of Ohio State.
I wonder if the Big 12 refs are graduates of the SEC-Aggie School of Refereeing?
Great sound for a remote island.
Amazing what one can do with bamboo and coconuts.
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We have been burdened by nearly 30 years of the corrupt Clintons and it’s Ross Perot’s fault.
#17 wagonburner
That, too.
Very brisk northerly breeze out here this afternoon and 76. More leaves and pecans are flying off trees, and leaves already in heaps on the ground are flying out of our yards and pastures into some neighboring ones…. Would be nice if the wind doesn’t reverse itself and blow it all back.
Texas always owns the refs. It’s in the NCAA rules handbook.
Cops ram crooks mopeds. Fun to watch.
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/3709868/posts
Click the link when you get there.
Your daily A O-C gag!
Gag me with a spoon, that is.
Kicker Dicker misses first extra point of the year.
Lil’Jordan?
See if I ever tell any deep dark secrets anymore.
How to tell if your son may soon change his name to Katlain.
Why on earth does the Big XII (-II) have a “championship” game? They’ve all already played each other and Oklahoma won with the best record.
Maybe Oklahoma needs 8 quarters to beat Texas this year.
This SEC game is the real national championship game.
Get ready for six months of whining by either OSU or Oklahoma (or both) because they didn’t get into the playoff games.
UCF isn’t looking too good today.
I dedicate this to me and the other Horn fans here if there are any.
Just you and Shannon. I think Texpat has become a Rutgers fan.
Hmmm. Georgia leading. If they were to win, both OSU and Oklahoma will be whining for months to come.
Ooh boy. 21-7.
I think Texpat has become a Rutgers fan.
Being in NJ I figured him to be a Princeton fan.
Gathering with the faithful on game day and yelling in an ever so dignified manner, “Go Tigers”, while hobnobbing with the East Coast Hamptons like upper crust.–Dining on caviar and escargot, with a just dash of Grey Poupon, sitting on his soon to be consumed Ritz cracker and all happily washed down with a glass of Moet et Chandon.:)
Pshaw
See, I’m as bad as phil these days.
forty-two
Princeton is the Alabama of the Ivy League.
Gathering with the faithful on game day and yelling in an ever so dignified manner, “Go Tigers”, while hobnobbing with the East Coast Hamptons like upper crust.–Dining on caviar and escargot
Aww!! The images!!! Stop it!!!
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I think Texpat has become a Rutgers fan.
I’ll be waiting in the tall grass for you.
Really, phil.
Here I’ve been lobbying all over the place to have the Ivy League burned to the ground and you accuse me of fraternizing with those weasels.
No shame.
No shortage of scenery at an Alabama/Georgia game.
That was a nice game to close out SEC football.
Tomorrow we bury a 91 year old congregation member who was a fighter pilot for the USAAF in WWII. At the end of the war he mustered out in Italy, but instead of going back home to America, Ray fell in with Jewish refugees who were running guns, planes and spare parts to Israel and trying to organize an air force for Israel. He spent several years doing this before he flew an IAF fighter in the 1948 Arab-Israeli War and was shot down over Egypt. Ray managed to eject, parachute down, be captured and held as a POW for 18 months. After his release, he came home to America and spent his life as a very successful aeronautical engineer, developing some of the first advanced guidance and navigation systems for US and Israeli aviation and nautical fleets.
And then I got home from the synagogue and received a notice my close friend from the shul had died today in rehab. He was only 71. He used to spend the nights here in our home on weekends and Jewish holidays since he lived 90 minutes away. It’s been a sad weekend.
#49 Texpat
Condolences on the loss of two fine friends within a week. May they rest in peace.
The marijuana leaves on the Ohio State helmets is an interesting touch.
He enters office having won a landslide election victory on promises to eradicate corruption, impose government austerity and greatly expand social programs and public investment
♫ One of these things is not like the other ♫
On this day in 1890, soldier and memoirist John Holland Jenkins was killed in a gunfight in Bastrop in an attempt to save his son, the sheriff, from an ambush. Jenkins, born in Alabama in 1822, was a man of little education but learned to write in a vigorous and cultivated style. He and his family came to Texas in 1828 or 1829 and settled near the site of present Bastrop in 1830. In 1833 Jenkins’s father was murdered and young Jenkins became the ward of Edward Burleson. At age thirteen Jenkins joined Burleson’s First Regiment, Texas Volunteers, and is thought to have been the youngest Texan to serve in the San Jacinto campaign. After the Texas revolution, Jenkins joined the Texas Rangers and fought at the battle of Plum Creek. During the Civil War he served as a private in Parsons’s Brigade and later served as a captain in the Frontier Battalion. In 1884, with the aid of his daughter-in-law, Jenkins completed his memoirs for the Bastrop Advertiser. A typescript was preserved in the Barker Texas History Center at the University of Texas at Austin. It was edited by his great-great grandson, John H. Jenkins III, and published in 1958 by the University of Texas Press under the title Recollections of Early Texas.
I was up late last night, and then I had to spend all day with the Olde Pharts re-hashing last night’s football game (believe it or not, many of the fools around here think that I may have some expertise in football strategy simply because I was a dumb lineman in college; although there are others who think they possess extra insight and expertise into the game because they sat on the bench 50 or 60 years ago and listened to what the coach at the time said). Anyway, we about got it all sorted out in time to watch a couple of today’s highlight college games. But the fact is, I didn’t get a nap today, and that coupled with my late night, is rapidly catching up with me. So, in order to celebrate another Saturday night, I think I’ll head to the back of the house and see if the rack monster is hiding out in there. Night all.
Really, phil.
Here I’ve been lobbying all over the place to have the Ivy League burned to the ground and you accuse me of fraternizing with those weasels.
No shame.
Well…maybe a little shame.
The reason a dog has so many friends is
cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue
My austere Christmas decorations this year — theme is “Winter Transportation” — were suffering from no lights at all. Hubs was so obviously missing any bright lights in the family room during the daily family hour — 6 pm when humans and cats all gather to listen to tales of the daily grind — so I vowed to get some lights up around the big back window. I have some tacks in the dark wood paneling that have been used several times to secure decorations up high on the wall, out of cat reach. But I could not find the length of green garland that I envisioned twining a string of lights around.
I had to go to CVS a couple of days ago to pick up a scrip, and paused to look at the decorations they had on several aisles. Darned if I didn’t immediately find an 18′ length of green garland that already had the lights attached to it. It went up quite easily and hooked on to the tacks and was done in no time. But it’s hard to photograph in any light, and the reflections off the crown molding are annoying.
My austere Christmas decorations
Heh.
The tiny Christmas tree that I bought for the Christmas following Fay’s extraordinary fall injury remains her favorite tree of all time. It continues doing its duty for year number three now.
Tonight I recalled and shared a few more stories from that adventure, of which she has major gaps in her memory.
She just shakes her head.
God bless the LifeFlight crew and trauma team at Ben Taub Hospital.
This Christmas will be the fourth anniversary of that night that the seas got pretty rough around here.
Fay says Broward County elections administrator, Brenda Snipes, has rescinded her resignation.
I bought that little tree so she would at least have some kind Christmas decoration that brutal year.
Little did I know that it would get me out of dragging the real tree and all that other crap out of storage for the foreseeable future.
Sometimes ya get to love those unintended consequences.
🙂
The eighteen inch tree has lights, ornaments, and everything.
Stores easily in a kitchen trash bag.
Heh heh heh.
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I have a caption for your photo.
Cat Lady Christmas
🙂
Well, of course.
A Ford cab & chassis with an Allison tranny and a Cummins engine.
🙂
Good morning Hamsters. Chilly 51 at 6 and low humidity with gusty winds likely across the fruited plains coming from Canada’s open door. Outdoor burning caution from the Weather Service is part of the forecast.
A joyous Hanukkah to our Jewish friends.
A mechanic picking the one vehicle you have to remove the cab to work on it. I don’t care how great you think the product is, I don’t get it.
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Ford Engineer #1:
You realize that you’re gonna have to remove the entire cab to work on this?
Ford Engineer #2:
(shrugs)
I guess you get the scrubs to remove the cab then it’s easy to work on anything then. Wonder if you have to put the cab on to see if it runs? Lol.
Interesting.
Once all the funeralizing is done, President Bush’s remains will be transported by train from Spring, TX to the Bush Library in College Station.
I guess this week will be covered up by the Bush funeral. Wonder if they will try to out do the McCain funeral since Bush was actually a President and not just a skunk presidential wannabe? I can fully appreciate what a fine man President Bush was and still disagree with some of his political philosophies and policies, but the week long funerals seem to me to be going overboard. Out here it’s another bright, crystal clear, cloudless sky which we seem to get more than our share of.
There’s an Axis deer and her newborn hanging out in the brush around my house that I’ve seen a few times. The little fawns stick close to their mothers, and as they grow older, they venture a little further away but always scoot right back when they get startled by a bug or a bird or something. Fun to watch.
Later I’ll tell you my bird feeder story, but I’ve got to refill my coffee cup right now. Why does coffee taste better on Sunday than on any other day of the week?
#62
Cat Lady Christmas
If you ever saw that whole room, and the number of cat beds and cat “trees” it holds…
I dare say there is already noticeably less folderol surrounding the President’s death than seen when his wife died.
That’s subject to change, I suppose.
We drink our share of bottled water around here. For the first time ever, I had to throw out a couple of cases because they tasted stale.
The only other time I’ve tasted similar water is when I had a partial case forgotten in the back of the pickup and it was exposed to the sun for a few days.
Weird.
OK, since everyone is clammed up this morning, here’s the bird feeder story. A friend (yes, surprisingly I still have a few of those) gave me a fancy, high dollar, squirrel proof bird feeder to hang in a tree in my back yard. This thing has about a 10″ diameter disc of plexiglass that mounts on the bottom that is spring loaded to allow birds to perch on the disc while chowing down on the seeds, but which tilts if something heavier like a squirrel tries to sit on it, thus causing the squirrel to fall off. Well the disc is mounted to the bottom of the bird feeder with a custom nut that is about the size of a 50 cent piece and has odd sized threads. When the heavy birds such as doves and whitewings attack the feeder, they tend to move the disc around quite a bit, and eventually, the nut holding the disc in place came loose. So, I was outside, and found the disc was lying on the ground, but the nut was no where to be found. The feeder free swings from a short chain, and the wind has been blowing quite a bit, so I though it could have been tossed off anywhere within a fairly small radius underneath the feeder. I looked around, got a rake and scratched around, and no where could I find the nut. Now it’s size and shiny exterior should make it fairly easy to spot even with my deteriorating vision, but nope, couldn’t see it. But I did spot a telltale pile of raccoon droppings, so I assumed that Mr. or Ms. Raccoon may have discovered a treasure that it wanted to take back home. There is a slight depression in the ground underneath a part of my fence that the cats and other animals use as a short cut to come and go from my yard to the pasture behind, but I still have to walk around since I can’t squeeze under there. So I took the rake out back, went to the cat trail from the yard, and started looking out there. About 2′ away was another pile of raccoon leavings, and sure enough, there was the nut lying near by. I guess the raccoons decided that they could not eat the nut so they would just crap on it instead. So now, the bird feeder has been cleaned up, put back together, and all is working properly again. And that’s the bird feeder story.
I was shocked to find out Larry Storch was still kicking.
And having the time of his life by all reports.
My email inboxes have been in really bad shape for a long time. I finally subscribed to Mailstrom and removed 57,600 emails to folders, trash or archive over the last 3 days. What a relief.
I helped the Confirmation II team handle our church’s annual Archibiship Flores dinner and dance event. This is a major fundraiser for our church, but it’s my first time to attend. I was actually there to manhandle the CII teenagers, who were doing community service by servicing the tables: collecting dinner tickets, exchanging those for meals, delivering meals to tables, collecting trash, assisting the guests, etc. There were about 30 teens and 3 catechists. The Knights of Columbus and Catholic Daughters were hosting the event. It was at the KC hall and the Knights arranged for the entertainment and other logistics. The Daughters managed the food, raffles, and decorations.
My part was to make sure the teenagers managed their duties well and control the flow of food through the service window. I didn’t think I was doing anything special, but I was told “YOU ROCK!” several times toward the end of the serving window (dinner service ended at 7:30).
I guess the German side of me came in handy. The CII team leader and I developed a system: The kids waited in line (except the VIP table servers; they got to cut in front) with their tickets in hand. They worked in teams of two, and we had trays that would carry four plates at a time, so the max they could carry at one time was six: 4 on the tray and one in each hand of the second server. I took their tickets and laid them on the counter as we filled their order, and as the food left, I put those fulfilled tickets in a cup. If they had more than six tickets, we gave six meals and took six tickets, and they kept the rest of the tickets with them. Some of them tried to leave the extra tickets with me so they could come right back, but I stopped that right quick. No way I could remember who left how many tickets. They came back and stood in line for the remainder of the meals after delivering those six.
The students quickly learned to stand to my right (the line was on my left) so I could swing the large tray to them without them having to back up into the line behind them and get tripped or knocked over.
It just all made sense to me, but I was told by the CD ladies as the line was closing that in the past, they’ve had kids rushing the window, extra meals being sent out, tickets getting lost, and just general chaos.
With 500 meals? No system to manage the flow? My head would have ‘sploded.
I gotta hand it to the kids. That was a lot of running back and forth, and they handled all those folks efficiently and with a smile. They took direction well and followed through with problems and customer questions and requests. This is a good bunch.
PS: When the announcement was made that the dinner service was ending in five minutes, one of the girls showed up with TWENTY dinner tickets in hand. Two whole tables waited until the last minute to get their dinners served. /facepalm
But we got it done. Six tickets at a time.
Looks like San Saba plays De Leon next. Are the details set yet on that clash?
Our priest, native Mexican and I believe is now a US citizen, made comment this morning that Mexico has a new president: “NO ONE is happy, but there is a new president.”
I turned to Hubby and said: “Somebody voted for the guy, so I don’t think everyone is unhappy about it.”
Our priest is a huge lib. A free immigration kinda guy. Some mornings I have holes in my tongue where I’ve been biting it.
Supposedly, we’ll be back in our church by Christmas. He’s been trying to tell us about the new look, since it’s been completely gutted (asbestos and water/hurricane damage) and renovated. Hubby and I are afraid it’s going to look like a south of the border church. We’re already getting turned off by all the Tejano music at our events. The demographics are changing; our church was founded by Germans/Poles/Czechs and other European descendants. My parents were considered founding members.
We’ll see if it’s a church we can be comfortable in. We’re afraid all the history of our parish is going to be wiped out. We’ve been talking about moving to another parish. I’ll miss my friends, but I feel like we’re being elbowed out. It’s the way of the world, I guess.
Yesterday morning, Hubby and I went Christmas shopping with his car club for five foster families’ kids. We had about $85 per kid. The smaller kids were able to get bikes, but our 15 year old’s bike would have blown out our budget. We did get some other items on his wish list, and his 8 year old sister got some nice dolls and some cute clothes.
Now I get to wrap them all. We deliver on December 22nd. The group is also putting together extra stockings to hand out to other kids who may be around during delivery.
Brazos HS (Wallis) was the last team from this area in the bracket and they lost to Mason. So there’s no chance of seeing the Armadillos play in the State Championship around here. I assume that game will be at Jerry’s Place in Arlington.
Our priest is a huge lib. A free immigration kinda guy.
I can’t imagine why.
He refers to the SotB folks as “his people”.
84 TT
Heh.
Somewhat unrelated….
Whenever my black friend, who works for me sometimes, sees white folks doing something stupid, he always turns to me and says, “Your people.”
I always turn it back on him whenever I get the chance.
#79, #82 – SS played DeLeon earlier this year for the district championship and defeated them handily. But I hear that DeLeon’s QB has returned from injury, and their run through the playoffs would seem to indicate that they are not the same team we faced earlier. They are playing Friday night in Brownwood, about 50 miles from here. I haven’t heard any official reports, but I’m assuming that SS returned from the slug fest last Friday without significant injury. As I’ve stressed all season long, getting sloppy and making mistakes can be overlooked when you are playing lesser teams, but when you reach this level in the playoffs, every team is good and mistakes are amplified and more costly. Celeste exposed some weaknesses in the SS pass defense which hopefully the coaches will work on this week. SS offense is explosive, so the game plan for recent opponents is to play clock control offense. Regardless of the level of play, the winning team is usually the one that makes the fewest mistakes when everything else is about equal.
Neil DeGrasse Tyson has gotten caught up in the “Me Too” web (couldn’t happen to a nicer guy sez I). He says that evidence is important (NOW, evidence is important). Here he offers up explanations and excuses which includes this little gem:
Further, I never touched her until I shook her hand upon departure. On that occasion, I had offered a special handshake, one I learned from a Native elder on reservation land at the edge of the Grand Canyon.
I guess when you get accused of committing a woke crime, you offer up a woke excuse.
Who knew he was a hipster, anyway?
Is DeLeon San Saba’s blood rival as Sealy and Bellville are?
Well, I’m back, @ the car wash and since I’ve been in a news blackout since Friday, did Trump arrive today? I just saw Air Force One on approach at Ellington.
My wife texted me about George H.W. Bush last night and the boy filled me in on the highlights of the Alabama/Georgia game, driving back from the woods….DAYAAM! Georgia had it won until Jalen Hurts was put in the game at the end. That fine young man is a true team player, and he sealed the SEC Championship for Alabama.
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A special handshake?
Right.
Was this handshake approve by Fauxcahontas? Hmmmm?
SD
After getting back to D.C., Trump sent AF1 to pick up Bush’s remains.
89 SD
Trump sent Air Force one to take GHWB to DC.
#91 #92, Thanks.
With Hobby being only 9 miles away from Ellington, I wonder how they handle the usual no fly zone when POTUS flies into Ellington?
He refers to the SotB folks as “his people”.
Looks like you’ll soon have to be part of the Tribe to be a member of that church.
Wonder how he’ll conduct confessions in the future.
Parishioner: Forgive me Father for I have sinned.–I’m not part of your Tribe for I am just a poor and lonely Anglo. A lost soul in my own country.
The Tribal Father: My son, for your penance, say three Hail Marys, two Our Fathers and then…
#88 – I don’t think SS has any real blood rivals, nearby Goldthwaite perhaps, since they are normally not a football threat to anyone.
More history from Mike Lee this year:
https://www.gosanangelo.com/story/sports/high-school/football/2018/11/15/mike-lee-san-saba-armadillos-high-school-texas-football-season-2018-bidistrict-italy-uil-playoffs/2014916002/
SS is located in a media desert. Newspapers in San Angelo, Waco, and Austin are the nearest, yet at over 100 miles away, they generally provide no coverage out here except when we may play teams that are located in their markets. Fine with me – no news is good news.
phil
KISS tickets go on sale tomorrow at 10am at Toyota Center dot com for a SEPTEMBER 9, 2019 concert.
Thanks, but no, I don’t need a ticket.
But if you want to take me to see the Stones from good seats, okay.
A high school team without a blood rival?
Never heard of such a thing. Maybe you people out there are just too nice to have a rival.
Lordy, the rivalry between Spring Branch HS and Memorial HS was damn near deadly.
For one stretch of years, the Bellville/ Sealy rivalry got so bad that the week of the game you better not get caught inside the opposition’s city limits after dark or you were going to jail.
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Alabama can be always be counted on to provide funny vids.
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I’ll buy you Kiss ticket and you can buy me a Stones ticket.
I bet Hamous and Brother Squawk want Kiss tickets too.
I’ll even wear my snakeskin cowboy boots while sipping red wine.
And you can bring the bong unca Shanny.
You know, one last go around, you know?
Kinda like that movie Last Vegas.
Far out man.
Dave’s not here man but he can go too.
Just imagine if Kiss, Tom Jones and the Stones were all on the same bill.
Like Wow, Man!
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Like, dude, chicks everywhere!
I’ll even wear my snakeskin cowboy boots while sipping red wine.
No, Sarge, I don’t want to borrow your high heeled Crocs.
I’ll wear a Panama hat, f’sho’.
Count me out. I don’t want to be see up there with you dope smokin’ pot headed hippys.
We’ll be very discreet.
Corrs.
Not Coors.
Count me out. I don’t want to be see up there with you dope smokin’ pot headed hippys.
But you could wear your Rice Owls shirt to give us some cover.
Tomball was named for a rabid teetotaler who otherwise was an interesting guy.
On this day in 1907, citizens of Peck, located about thirty miles north of Houston, renamed their community Tomball in honor of Thomas Henry Ball, a well-known politician and prohibition advocate. Ball had been a United States congressman and strong supporter of the development of the Houston Ship Channel. The town of Tomball later rose to prominence in 1933 when drillers struck oil. The population of the new boomtown, nicknamed “Oil Town U.S.A.,” tripled as twenty-five to thirty oil and gas companies rushed in to set up camps, housing developments, and recreation facilities. In 1935 Humble Oil and Refining Company (which later became Exxon Company, U.S.A.) granted free water and natural gas to Tomball residents in exchange for drilling rights within the city limits. This arrangement gained the attention of Ripley’s Believe It or Not, which heralded Tomball as the only city with free gas and water and no cemetery.
Sigh, my Packers lost again today and of course are not going to be in the playoffs. Aaron Rodgers is not getting any younger and neither is Clay Matthews, so they and the other olde timers would appreciate more help from the rest of the gang.
There have been hints that the coaching staff will not remain the same.
And the Badgers finished their season 7-5, so we wonder will they be invited to a bowl game other than the Anonymous Bowl (if there isn’t one of those, there should be).
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