Texans are stubborn–or maybe just determined–even the Texas sun. For instance, the weather man on TV said it would be cloudy all day with no chance of seeing the sun, but he’s once again made to eat his prediction and prognostications when, at the last moment, the unrelenting sun snatched victory from the jaws of defeat . . .
To more than a few, it looked like the Arizona desert was giving the sunset a thumbs up, well done . . .
Herby always hummed as he worked in the yard, sometimes one of Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos–say, #6 in B flat–or Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five”, or the Rolling Stones’ “Harlem Shuffle”. For some reason, he just couldn’t get Jim Morrison and the Doors’ “Come On Baby, Light My Fire” out of his head tonight . . .
Burt was glad the sun was setting on this day–first he had a flat tire on the way to work making him over an hour late, then his boss berated him for someone else’s mistake, then he got a speeding ticket on the way home (he was in a hurry to get his wife the groceries she needed to make dinner), and when he had gotten some items wrong, she told him that In addition to everything else, he was stupid and useless, and he wasn’t any good at either of those either . . .
When Texas Attorney General Greg Abbott told Texans the BLM wanted to take about 50,000 acres of land owned by Texans on the banks of the Red River by an Eminent Domain procedure, they got a little fired up . . .
Young Julio came into the house and told his dad, “It’s a good thing that the sky is a long ways away, because it’s on fire!” . . . . . David, Sf.G.
