No Clutter
Some thought the Texas Gulf Coast flat and featureless; Toby was just glad there were no unsightly mountains or skyscrapers to clutter up a good sunset . . .
Some thought the Texas Gulf Coast flat and featureless; Toby was just glad there were no unsightly mountains or skyscrapers to clutter up a good sunset . . .
Though she had lived on the Texas Gulf Coast for a number of years, Jessica’s mind would occasionally–nostalgically–drift back to Wisconsin where she was born. Then she would take a quick peek at the picture on her desk and remember her aversion to that awful white stuff that regularly fell from the sky a good part of the year back in the vast frozen tundra of the “Great White North . . .”
When John’s girlfriend Eve said that refineries and, for that matter, all industrial sites were just ugly, John, an engineer with an artist’s heart, tried to get Eve to see that beauty was in the eye of the beholder . . .
While on site checking out the scenery for a film to be shot on the Texas Gulf Coast, Madonna and Lady Gaga were watching a stunning Gulf Coast sunset when Madonna said to Lady Gaga, “It seems like being on top of the world, being famous and popular, but take it from me, girl, it’s fading faster than you can imagine.”
When Jim Bob from the Texas Gulf Coast went to Wisconsin in January to visit his uncle, he saw quite a few men out on the frozen lake and was told they were ice fishing. “Why,” Jim Bob asked “did they have to fish for ice when they clearly had a whole lake full of the stuff; if they needed ice that bad, why not just go to the convenience store?”. . .
Kenny had finally had it–he quit his job, moved out of his parents home, and headed for the Texas Gulf Coast beach–free at last, a beach bum. But as the weeks went by, he found that it wasn’t like the beaches on Hawaii Five-O. There weren’t that many bikini clad chicks anxious to make his acquaintance, nobody offered to teach him to surf, and without money, it was tough to eat well–but wait; was that Miley Cyrus or Lady Gaga down the beach there? Hope springs eternal . . . . . . David, Sf.G.