…”Remember The Alamo”…

I hope all of you that are, or are plannin’ on, celebratin’ “Cinco De Mayo” enjoy this day. It means so much to The Country Of Mexico. They SHOULD be celebratin’ it, THERE!..
As for me, I have NO TIES to Mexico. I have received some Flack & Differin’ Opinions from mine. But I respect their opinion as I would hope they would respect mine. Though some are questionable. Nuff said…

I don’t Celebrate Mexican Wars:

The Battle of the Alamo

In December 1835, in the early stages of Texas’ war for independence from Mexico, a group of Texan (or Texian) volunteers led by George Collinsworth and Benjamin Milam overwhelmed the Mexican garrison at the Alamo and captured the fort, seizing control of San Antonio. By mid-February 1836, Colonel James Bowie and Lieutenant Colonel William B. Travis had taken command of Texan forces in San Antonio. Though Sam Houston, the newly appointed commander-in-chief of the Texan forces, argued that San Antonio should be abandoned due to insufficient troop numbers, the Alamo’s defenders–led by Bowie and Travis–dug in nonetheless, prepared to defend the fort to the last. These defenders, who despite later reinforcements never numbered more than 200, included Davy Crockett, the famous frontiersman and former congressman from Tennessee, who had arrived in early February.

On February 23, a Mexican force comprising somewhere between 1,800 and 6,000 men (according to various estimates) and commanded by General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna began a siege of the fort. The Texans held out for 13 days, but on the morning of March 6 Mexican forces broke through a breach in the outer wall of the courtyard and overpowered them. Santa Anna ordered his men to take no prisoners, and only a small handful of the Texans were spared. One of these was Susannah Dickinson, the wife of Captain Almaron Dickinson (who was killed) and her infant daughter Angelina. Santa Anna sent them to Houston’s camp in Gonzalez with a warning that a similar fate awaited the rest of the Texans if they continued their revolt. The Mexican forces also suffered heavy casualties in the Battle of the Alamo, losing between 600 and 1,600 men.

From March to May, Mexican forces once again occupied the Alamo. For the Texans, the Battle of the Alamo became a symbol of heroic resistance and a rallying cry in their struggle for independence. On April 21, 1836, Sam Houston and some 800 Texans defeated Santa Anna’s Mexican force of 1,500 men at San Jacinto (near the site of present-day Houston), shouting “Remember the Alamo!” as they attacked. The victory ensured the success of Texan independence: Santa Anna, who had been taken prisoner, came to terms with Houston to end the war. In May, Mexican troops in San Antonio were ordered to withdraw, and to demolish the Alamo’s fortifications as they went.

In 1845, the United States annexed Texas. For many years afterward, the U.S. Army quartered troops and stored supplies at the Alamo. In 1883, the state of Texas purchased the Alamo, later acquiring property rights to all the surrounding grounds. The Daughters of the Republic of Texas, a women’s organization including descendants of the earliest Texan residents, has managed the Alamo since 1905. Today, more than 2.5 million people a year visit the 4.2-acre site, which includes some original structures dating back to the mission period. History…

#2) Cinco de Mayo is an annual celebration held on May 5. The date is observed to commemorate the Mexican Army’s difficult victory over the French Empire at the Battle of Puebla, on May 5, 1862, under the leadership of General Ignacio Zaragoza. Wikipedia…
To me it’s kind of like celebratin our loss at The Alamo. “Remember The Alamo”! I don’t celebrate THAT Mexican War either. Just one man’s opinion…“Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>
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…”restin’ & rehabbin’ “…

I crashed @ 830 p.m. last night after our long drive home from Ohio. We spent a week up there assistin’ my Sister-in-law clear out my Mother-in-laws home as she is goin’ to be relocatin’ in the Ft. Worth area. I seemed to sleep in two (2) hour intervals. I just kept wakin’ up… Finally @ 4:00 a.m. I got up & got on the sofa under two blankets, & I NOT a blanket user. My bride got up about 6:30 a.m. & found me where I was restin’. When “Ole Nurse Linda” noticed the two (2) blankets she knew it wasn’t good. So she took my temperature . {{{{{ NO NOT ANALLY ! }}}}}. Great way to start the day 101.8 degree fever. This ruined my plans for the day. As the mornin’ progressed “Ole Nurse Linda” started callin’ the Dr.’s. She wanted to get me checked for The Flu. At 8:30 a.m. I got two Shots. A Steroid & an Antibiotic. The good news was it wasn’t “The Flu”! Just an “Upper Responsibility Infection”. So I started cancelin’ my plans as it’s gonna be a day spent in the Recliner restin’ & rehabbin’…Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”Truly a beautiful sight”…

This mornin’ finds my Bride & I sittin’ here in the Livinin’/Great room. Both of us nestled into our recliners, sippin’ on our Mugs-O-Joe, with our laptops in our laps while readin’ articles of interest, to us as individuals, then hackin’ away on the key boards with responses that we feel the urge to share. All the while we have the Mornin’ News on one of the Local Stations, outta “The Ham”, lettin’ us know what all the “Crazies of The World” did over night. Suddenly, for no real reason, I catch myself lookin’ out one of the windows, across the room, & thinkin’ it was just a few of weeks ago there were no leafs there. Now the trees are all decked out in their New Greenery. There’s a Dogwood Tree right in the middle of where I’m lookin’ with One (1) Lone White Bloom left on it. How pretty it looks among the sea of varyin’ Brownish-Grey tree trunks mixed with the many shades of Green leaves surroundin’ it & all movin’ so gently in the light mornin’ breeze as it moves through them all. Truly a beautiful sight. Yeah…God painted this view for me to admire & enjoy in this moment…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”The child in me”…

After a supper of BBQ from a local “Joint” I decided to take “Ole Chrome & Blue” for a stroll. I had to blow the dust off of him as we got outside cause it has been several days since we went out together. At 6:00 p.m. in “The Big Pell” it  was 75 degrees with a slight breeze. The activity was slow. Only two (2) bites but Two (2) landed! One Bucket Mouth tippin’ in about 3 pounds or so. The other was a Black Crappie. No that’s NOT a racist term! It weight in around 2 pounds or better. Both were fun to play with. No pics as the phone was on the charger. But there were WITNESSES! Neighbors on both sides… The child in me decided to stomp on a couple of Ant Beds along the drive way as I headed back up to the house. Just to get them buggers all worked up & angry. Another wonderful end to a blessed day…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”What does it mean? Interestin’ “…

Have you ever found yourself just sittin &  watchin’ the swirls of steam, & aroma, slowly escape from your mornin’ Mug-O-Joe? It’s somewhat hypnotizin’. As I watch mine my eyes try to separate the various different independent swirls as they climb upwards & blend into one just at the point that they disappear into the room around me, never to be seen again. Where do they go? But durin’ this same time my mind wandered back & I see “my Papa” sittin’ there with his Mornin’-Joe, as he re-reads his paper from the night before, doin’ the same thing. It’s strange how somethin’ so insignificant can reach so far back into the recesses of our minds & relate to a similar situation 60 (+/-) years ago. I can almost smell his “Joe”! You just never know what memories you have locked away in those annals of your memory until that little bell go {{{Ding-aling, Ding-aling ! }}}. Then {{{{ Bam ! }}}} there it is & yet so vivid & yet it’s just a singular “Flash in Time”. Is there a deep meanin’ hidden there? What does it mean? Interestin’…My “Mug-O-Joe” is runnin’ low so I need to get me a refill…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”Now, don’t you feel better just knowin’ “…

On this fine Sunday afternoon I found myself relaxin’ & enjoyin’ myself a few {{{{{ COLD BEERS ! }}}}} down in “The Cave”. TV got somewhat borin’ & my mind started wanderin’, as it has a tendency to do. Ohh but the places it takes me when it does. Today’s wanderin’ took me back to my raisin’ years. We really should show a little more appreciation for those that raised us & the fact that we survived it, what ever & where ever IT was.

Aahhh…Mother (I can’t say & Father, because mine passed when I was less than two (2) years old, but @ age 11 I gained a Stepfather). I guess I’ll just say Parents! I like to think, with lovin’ memories of course, that not only ME but that 99.99% of you remember how they (our Parents) expressed their love & understandin’ to us thru all those little quips, phrases, promises, threats, & {{{{{ Srceamin’ Warnin’s }}}}} they used to express themselves to us durin’ our formative years. In these different homes & different families you might have heard any number of the different phrases. I mean where, who, what would you/we be without them? We learned & we learned they meant what they said more times than not…RIGHT? Take a moment & remanence with me, through our minds eyes & ears, for a few moments…

The Earliest Recollections:
I love, love, love you!…I love you…Yeah, I love you but you’re pushin’ it!…
No no…NO NO!…I said “NO NO Damn-it”!
Don’t do that…”No, don’t do that” I said…Damn-it, I won’t tell you again!…
I’ll spank your hand…I’ll spank your bottom…I’ll beat The Tar out of you!…(I never understood “The Tar”?)

The Intermediate Years:
Now, eat your supper…You’ll eat what I put on you’re plate…You’d best choke that stuff down, you hear me!…
Use your manners…I taught you manners for a reason…Did I waste my damn time on You!…
You know I love you & this is goin’ to hurt me more than it will you… No, I don’t care, you’re gonna get a whoppin’, now drop your pants!…All your Promises/Lies ain’t changin’ a damn thing you’re still gettin’ a Ass-Whoppin’!
Excuse me but someone else is speakin’…Hey, I’d like to hear what they are tryin’ to say…Shut-up Damn-it, I want to hear’em!…
Use your napkin please…Clean your mouth off & don’t use your sleeve again!…Are you waitin’ on the Damn Dog to lick your face!…
Do you want a spankin’…I’ll whoop your butt…I’m gonna beat the hell out of you! (hum-m-m here’s another one “
beat the hell out of you!)…

The High School Years:
Think about what you’re doin’/sayin’…Do you realize WHAT you just did/said?…You don’t know what the hell you’re doin’/sayin’ do you?…
You be Home by 10:00 p.m…I don’t care how late they are allowed to stay out…You really DON”T want ME comin’ over THERE to drag your ass home, You Hear Me!…
That looks & fits very nice…I think that’s just a little too tight, small, & revealin’, go your change cloths…Oh Hell No! Ain’t NO child of mine goin’ out lookin’ like THAT!…
You don’t have any clean cloths?…Do you know where the dirty cloths go?…Wash’em your own damn self!…
You have a good head on your shoulders…You’re not as smart as you think you are…Ahh-hahaha, You Dumb Ass!…

Cut the grass?…What, you couldn’t crank the lawn mower? I don’t care if you have to use your teeth, get it done!…
It’s a good starter car…You want a New Car? Get You a Job!…You’ll drive what the hell I buy or you can WALK!…
Oh, that’s not what you want?…So, you’re tellin’ me you don’t like it?…I ain’t gittin’ a damn thing for you anyway!…
We have rules in this house…So, YOU don’t think My/Our RULES apply to YOU?…Don’t let that Door hit you in The Ass on the way out & the locks WILL be changed!…
I’m sure there were/are many, many, many others that were/are favorites around your house too. Now, don’t you feel better just knowin’ you weren’t/ain’t the only one who has lived/is livin’ through it…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”It’s was a long four (4) days”…

As (Lovin’) Fathers/Parents do – you help your children out! Recently I stepped up to help my daughter, who was in California, The Golden Bear State (I didn’t see a damn one), workin’. She broke her ankle & the injury, dressed in a Moon Boot & assisted with Crutches, wouldn’t allow her to perform her work duties as a Travel Nurse. She needed “A Driver” to bring her home. Now she can rest & recuperate in peace, back home. I look at those four (4) days as a real experience & quality time between Father & Daughter. Here are just some the high lights:

Day One: My Bride dropped me off @ the airport in “The Ham” @ 4:30a.m. With a lovin’ smile, a hug, & a kiss across the console of the car, & I was off. The folks in the airport were very friendly & helpful as I wadded my way thru the process {{{{{ To WAIT! }}}}}. An hour & a half (1 1/2 hrs)…finely boarded comfortably in First Class, I had decided to treat myself. I settled in for {{{{{ Another Wait ! }}}}} of 45 minutes. Maybe the Pilot overslept? Hell I don’t know. I met an interestin’ gentleman though, a musician. Interestin’ conversations helped to pass the time. Finally got off the ground on our way to “Hotlana” GA. AS the plane headed eastward in it’s take-off I gazed out the window & noticed the neighborhood, that is no more, where I once lived & finished grammar school. No I didn’t say Graduated From! It, “Ole Curry Tech”, had been erased from existence. Oh-h-h the memories. Pretty girls, Paddlin’s from the Principal & sleepin’ out in the Ole Paper Trailer. In a few minutes I caught a glimpse of the “The Big Pell” & the Lake I currently live on, what a difference. As I exited the ramp-way into the “Hotlana” airport the mayhem & the true entertainment was in full force. The “Zoo of Life” was at it’s finest. If YOU can/could envision it, think of it, daydream it, or have nightmares of it I SAW IT! As I made my was way for my connectin’ flight I was laughin’ as best controlled as I could. Folks looked @ me as though I was just crazy. They didn’t know just how right they really were! Now, I’m a People Watcher! The level of entertainment was really dialed up & beyond control. People rushin’ “To & Fro”, Carts movin’ those who needed help were about to run walkers over while beepin’ horns & weavin’ thru the crowds. There was lady, who I assumed to be the mother, holdin’ the hands of two (2) young kids, 1-boy & 1-girl. Both of the kids were just standin’ there Pukin’!!! One after the other! Hell! It was like a competition! All the while Mom screamin’ at each of’em {{{{{ “Stop That” }}}}}! The crowd just parted around’em (like Moses did The Sea) & scurried on their ways as though it were just a traffic obstacle! Except for this one guy. He looked like “Mahata Gandhi”. As he approached “The Puke Zone” he never even checked up, he tracked right on through it UN-phased! I too continued on my way, thru the jungle of amusin’ antics, to my connectin’ gate area, took a seat, turned on my head phones & got lost in my tunes for the next two (2) hours. My second flight of the day got off with out delay. Trust me, the Up-Grade on my flight was well worth it! Comfortable, quite, & relaxin’. It Truly made the four & a half (4 1/2) hour flight go by quickly. Upon my arrival in San Diego, CA it was just minutes before my daughter (on crutches & in the Moonboot) & I met up & quickly got on our way. We found our way to a nice restaurant by the Harbor, to enjoy a relaxin’ lunch & catch up. There was a group of “Harbor Babes” tryin’ to Paddle Board among-st the moored boats in The Harbor. They did more fallin’ off than paddlin’. Why were there {{{{{ Yappin’ Yuppie Dogs! }}}}} in the open patio restaurant area where we were eatin’? Some on leashes a couple not. Left Coaster’s? At least the meal was good. With time to kill we decided to take the tour of the USS Midway Aircraft Carrier. We found a wheelchair there for my daughter & I pushed it. Damn what a workout! But the HISTORY, for both of us, was worth it. Then on to her place in Temecula, CA for the end of a long day…

Day Two: Up early, packed the car & off! Just like “The Snowman” we were “East Bound & Down Loaded-up & Truckin’ “! I was glad to see her apartment & The Kingdom of “Ole Moon Beam” himself, in the rear view mirror. This “Ole Southern Boy” was glad to be shed of “The Left Coast”. We made our way to Interstate 10/I-10 East (about an hours drive) & let’er eat! We hit Arizona, “The Grand Canyon State”, runnin’ The Speed Limit +1 MPH! I wasn’t lookin’ to be payin’ any “Speedin’ Fines”. It was soo flat out there. If there hadn’t been so much haze, I think I could have seen the New Mexico State Line, damn near anyway! I must admit though “the scenery of Mountains & Plains were amazin’ “. But after a while, a looong while, even they get old after that long! One Fuel & Potty Stop saw us on thru New Mexico, known for Green Chiles, Red Chiles, & The birth of the Nuclear Bomb! The Sun had long since reached it’s peak. There was “The Lone Star” off, waaay off, in the Mirage before us. The sun finally set on us. It was time to call it a day. We finally stopped in Deming, TX for the night.That pillow sure felt good…

Day Three: 6:00 a.m. & a quick lobby breakfast & off again, “Forward Ho-o-o-o”!…Ole El Paso! What a nightmare! Roads were horrible, non-stop, let me reiterate {{{{{ Non-Stop ! }}}}}, construction! A Hugh city. Development everywhere on the left & Poverty Ridden Juarez, Mexico to the right. Truly two (2) extreme opposites in one view. Wouldn’t want to live along that stretch of The Rio Grand!  We trudged onward East bound thru MORE mountains & plains to I-20 & veered off on it, to our left just west of Pecos, TX. As we crossed “The Pecos” I could have sworn I saw “Ole Pacos Bill” riddin’ a “Dust Devil”, but then again it could’ve been yet another mirage. We pushed it hard to get to Ft. Worth, TX. Checked in with “The In-laws” but decided not to intrude that late in the evenin’ when all we were lookin’ for was a late dinner (breakfast) @ The IHOP & a place to flop for the night. They understood. I think I heard “Taps” just before I passed out…

Day Four: 5:00 a.m. came early! A quick shower, a Mug-O-Joe from the lobby & on the road by 6:00 a.m. Mornin’ traffic in Ft Worth/Dallas area is {{{{{ Horrendous! }}}}} compared to “The Ham”! Be thankful Hwy #280 & I-65 folks, your nightmares are just bad dreams! We skated or way to The Big Beaver! Potty stop & breakfast. IGrabbed a Large Mug-O-Joe & a Crescent Roll, pronounced “Craw-sant” (they didn’t have a Manly Biscuit!), W/Sausage, Egg, & Cheese & my daughter got her a “Soda” & a “Craw-sant” as well. Now I must admit, it was BIG! They say “Everything is Bigger in TX”! Hum-m-m-m? “On The Road Again” Bama Bound! & gobblin’ down my “Craw-sant” Roll & washin’ it down with some “Hot-Joe”. This is now Day 3 of drivin’ right into the Mornin’ Sun. The movie “Tora! Tora! Tora!” flashed in my mind. As I cruised past TX Hwy 69 I felt the urge to veer off toward Lake Fork, but fought it off knowin’ I still had miles to go before I could sleep! We hit “The Pelican State” & hunger was a knawin’ at me again. So, we stopped for a quick lunch in Cajun Country. Gassed up (the car too) @ Beaudrax’s Shop & Rob then onward to & thru the “Magnolia State”! Had to stop again for a Potty Stop & Gas midway thru Mississippi. I saw what seemed to be some confused folks, in the Handy Stop tryin’ to figure out if they were “Rebels, Black Bears, or Land Sharks”. Em poor folks are truly confused. Damn the Politically Correct! Finally crossed the line into “The Heart Of Dixie”! 167 miles to the house! As we approached “T-Town”,  passin’ through Hallowed Ground, the home of “The Crimson Tide“, & 17 Time National Champions! I felt The Power! A moment of silence…& onward toward the house, “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead”. Luckily we bypassed The Smoke City/The Ham & peddled fast & furious for exit #158, hung a non-stop right, a short nine (9) miles thru “The Big Pell”, & I could smell the slough I live on! It’s was a long four (4) days…Aahhh…”Home Sweet Home”!…..”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>