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March, 2016

¬†Beaumont, Texas¬†was lots of fun, and very interesting. ¬†So settle in, cause’ this is a long one… ¬†First up – ¬†Roadside Oddities.

HAPPY HALF WIT. ¬†This statue, modeled after Alfred E. Neuman, is the “spokesperson” for Ken’s Mufflers.




What, me worry ????

I see the resemblance – do you?

Next up –



People long believed that oil might be under “Spindletop Hill.” ¬†In August 1892, the Gladys City Oil, Gas, and Manufacturing Company was formed to drill and find out. The company drilled many dry holes and ran into trouble, as ¬†the money for drilling started to run out, with no oil to show for it. ¬†Captain Anthony F. Lucas, the leading expert in the U.S. on salt dome formations, made a lease agreement in 1899 with the Gladys City Company. ¬†Lucas continued drilling and on January 10, 1901, at a depth of 1,139 ft, what is known as the Lucas Gusher or the Lucas Geyser blew oil over 150 feet in the air at a rate of 100,000 barrels per day. It took nine days before the well was brought under control. ¬†Spindletop was the largest gusher the world had seen to date. ¬†Beaumont turned into an oil-fueled boomtown.

It’s population of 10,000 rose to 50,000 ¬†in three months, ¬†and eventually rose to 60,000. By the end of 1902, more than 500 companies had been formed and 285 wells were in operation, and the Gulf Coast turned into a major oil region.



WHAT’S THIS ?chimney

This isn’t really an oddity, but it was odd for us, because there’s nothing like this is Philly. ¬†This is a Crawdad Chimney. ¬†So¬†cool. ¬†The reason it has been placed here on the post, is because we found hundreds of these mounds on the lawn at Spindletop. ¬†One crawfish digs a hole by digging and carrying out little balls of mud. ¬†It isn’t random. ¬†If you were to look inside of the hole, there is a definite pattern. ¬†The crawfish digs down until it hits water, and creates tunnels.¬†¬†Their tunnels can go down into the earth 3 ft or more. ¬† Sometimes it’s a single burrow going straight down, but more often it’s a main tunnel with a couple of side tunnels, each with a room at the end. They are normally full of water. ¬†How do they make them? It looks as if they have tiny excavation equipment – but they don’t. They use their legs and mouth parts to dig up the mud and make it into a little balls called ¬†pellets. ¬†Each pellet is taken to the surface, and placed on top of the existing chimney. The next pellet is set beside the first, and so on, ¬†much like a brick layer, laying a wall of bricks.¬†Take a close look when you see a chimney, and you will clearly see a system that is a thing of beauty!



This hydrant stands 24 feet tall, weighs 4,500 pounds, and can blast 1,500 gallons of water a minute, it is the third largest hydrant in the world, and stands outside the Fire Museum in downtown Beaumont. By the way, this small park is decorated and surrounded by normal -sized hydrants, painted the same way, all around the perimeter.

If you’ve been following this blog, you know we like architecture. ¬†We decided to include these three beauties.


john  What makes this house special?  it is the first two-story house in Beaumont, and it is the first house to be painted.


The Chambers family lived in this home from 1914-2004. During that 90 years, they kept everything, and updated nothing. Visiting is like a step back in time. ¬†The Chambers House was built in 1906 by a local lumberman, who sold it to the Chambers family in 1914. C. Homer and Edith Fuller Chambers moved into the home with their two young daughters. ¬†The family cherished this home for the rest of their lives. While the Chambers daughters did go off to college, a fairly unusual occurrence in those days, both returned home and never married. Few changes occurred to the house or it’s furnishings in nearly 90 years of Chambers family occupancy. ¬†In 2006, the house became a museum – ¬†Mcfaddin-Ward Museum.¬†The collection inside contains nearly all of the original family furniture and artifacts. Very little was thrown away and they rarely purchased anything new.



The Tyrrell Historical Library is a public library. It was originally built in 1903 to serve as the First Baptist Church.  The building became vacant in 1923 when the congregation moved to a new location. It was bought by Captain W. C. Tyrrell, who donated the building to the city for use as its first public library. The building is listed in the National Register of Historic Places.

We ventured to the¬†GATOR COUNTRY ADVENTURE.¬†¬†¬†At first I thought it would be a little too hokey. ¬†But it wasn’t – it was great. ¬†First and foremost, it is a rescue habitat. ¬†When Animal Protection gets a call about mistreated alligators, they often call GCA, because they take good care of them, and nurse the sick back to health. Hence the title of this post, GATOR-AID. ¬†¬†When you first enter (and from the highway), you will see a 135′ alligator. ¬†it too is a roadside oddity, a lure to the park if you will.


The admission is $15 per adult. We paid gladly, knowing it would go towards taking care of these animals. ¬†Must-sees are “Big Al”, a 1,000 pound, 14′ long alligator, who is reportedly 83 years old.


His girlfriend, Allie is also a gigantic creature.


Al and Allie are kept in private ponds, due to the fact that they are two of the most aggressive “Gators” in the park. ¬†They have “history”, ¬†the outcome of which is that they can no longer be together – ever. ¬†Note that 8″ of her tail have be bitten off. ¬†Enough said!

There is a mating pond.


We also saw an Alligator Snapping Turtle – watch that finger!!!

Lots of animals are kept inside, such as caimans and snakes. ¬†They also have a “special needs” pond – alligators that need special care. ¬†For example, “Bella” has a missing top jaw. ¬†She was either maimed by a boat, or a more powerful alligator. ¬†In order for her to eat, they chunk her food, and put it way back in her mouth so she can swallow. ¬†That’s dedication. ¬†But check out this picture. ¬†This is me holding Colonel¬†– a rooster that thinks he’s a dog, who also lives in the park.


He loves to be petted.  If you sit down, he will jump into your lap for a little love Рand fall asleep.  Kind of strange, right?  And I just loved it !!!

On the way out, you may put your complaints into this box Рall you have to do is wade  through an alligator pond Рyikes!



Big thicket once sprawled over 3.5 million acres. Today, there are only remnants left – 15 different areas over 112,000 acres. There are no high peaks, deep gorges , or any other dramatic feature.


In most parks, hiking trails are meant to walk on. In Big Thicket, you are expected to walk, stop, and stay still, so you can observe the wildlife going about their usual business. ¬†You can’t drive through, only walk, or meander down it’s waterways by canoe or kayak.¬†Our first stop was at the Visitor Center. where we watched the movie “Big Thicket: America’s First National Preserve” a¬†¬†16-minute orientation film. It covers the cultural and natural history of the Big Thicket area and includes narratives from Preserve staff and long-term local residents.
Great forests once stood in Big Thicket until commercial logging began in the 1800s, and drilling for oil began in 1901. It was so thick with woods, that men who didn’t want to fight in the Civil War hid out in the thicket, where they knew they couldn’t be found.
Earlier cultures left little trace, faded out as the boomtowns around lumber mills grew. Oil exploration replayed the boom and bust cycle, but is still active. You can still see oil exploration today in the thicket, in the form of oil drills. These drills are overseen by the National Park Service.  Actually, that surprised me.

On our last day in Texas, we were fortunate to find that the SOUTH TEXAS STATE FAIR was happening very close to us Рlike next door.  Shall we go?  Natch!


Gotta’ have a Midway…


And a Rodeo…


We left the fair early-ish, knowing we had to get going early the next morning. ¬†No sooner had we gotten into bed, we heard KABOOM! ¬†What’s that – is it a bomb? ¬†We both jumped out of bed to find this going on next door at the fair. ¬†A fine goodbye!


A gentleman at the fair asked how we liked Texas. ¬†We told him we really liked it, and that the people were so friendly. ¬†He said – ¬†“yep – the people in Texas are about the friendliest people I know ¬†– except maybe for Louisiana”.

Lake Charles, Louisiana – you’re next!




March, 2016

if you’ve been following our blog, you know this was coming…


Galveston – Glen Campbell

Galveston, oh, Galveston
I still hear your seawinds blowing
I still see her dark eyes glowing
She was twenty one, when I left Galveston
Galveston, oh, Galveston
I still hear your seawaves crashin
While I watch the cannons flashin’
I clean my gun, and dream of Galveston
I still see her standing by the water
Standing there looking out to sea
And is she waiting there for me
On the beach where we used to run
Galveston, oh, Galveston
I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she’s crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying
In the sun, at Galveston, at Galveston

And if you want to feel old, it was released in 1969 – ouch!

We toured Galveston today, ¬† I wasn’t really looking forward to it. ¬†Why? ¬†Well, a number of years ago, ¬†we took a cruise with my son Gene and his wife Jenny. ¬†We flew from Philly to Houston, and then took a taxi directly from there to the cruise ship terminal. ¬†All we saw was oil refinery after oil refinery. ¬†Not a pretty sight.


I had no way  of knowing the treat that was coming our way. When we visit a place for the first time, I do my research Рattractions, galleries, shopping, architecture,  wineries, restaurants, must-dos and must-sees.  We headed out armed with a list.

Galveston is a city on Galveston Bay. ¬†it is unlike any other city we’ve visited. ¬†It is first and foremost a beach city. ¬†Miles and miles of sandy beaches. ¬†Some you can drive on, and some you can’t. ¬†Parking on the beach costs $8.00 / day, and the cars were parked at least 5 deep. Not sure how you would get your car out of there. ¬†People were enjoying the beach, with lots of them in the water (too cold for us). ¬†We drove along Seawall Boulevard, supposedly the 3rd longest seawall in the world. ¬†The sidewalk adjacent to Seawall Boulevard on top of the seawall is claimed to be the longest continuous sidewalk in the world at 10.3 miles ¬†long. The seawall is 10 miles long. It is approximately 17 feet high, and 16 feet thick at its base. Not so sure how much that would help against a monster storm.


It reminded us of a New Jersey beach town, complete with Pleasure Pier, a huge jetty with many rides like roller coasters and ferris wheels – a child’s (and many adults) paradise.


¬†There is restaurant after restaurant, each boasting the best pizza, the greatest wings, or the world’s best seafood. ¬†We chose to eat in the – ¬†wait for it (drum roll, please ) – ¬†MOSQUITO CAFE. ¬†I know, I know, crazy, right? ¬† Given how I feel about mosquitoes. ¬†But it was the second best restaurant in Galveston on so many lists – we just had to try it. Plus, you had to be all dolled- up for the #1 restaurant.


Check out the drop of blood for the¬†‘i’¬†dot.


This is their fan pull.


This is the documented level of the water rise in the cafe, for Hurricane Ike.

Not to mention, Patty Cakes Bakery was right across the street, owned by the same folks.


Of course we indulged !!!

The Mosquito did not disappoint. ¬†It was an odd little cafe where you put your order in at the counter, then they gave you a stand with a number to put on your table. ¬†They serve the food and clean up. ¬†That doesn’t sound much like a #2 out of a possible 238, does it? ¬†But the food was delicious!!! ¬†We both chose St. Patty’s Day Specials. ¬†Couldn’t have asked for better.

The thing that really dazzled us today was the architecture.  OMG !  This is Victorian Heaven.  We took a few photos of the houses that are considered must-sees.

This is Bishop’s Palace.


And Moody House –


This is a private home.

private home

Plus about 50 more architectural gems.  And most amazingly, these houses are a bicycle ride away from the beach.  Many of them have gardens filled with one of my favorite flowers, the hibiscus.


Isn’t that stunning?

We also did a Tree Scupture Self-Guided Tour.  In 2008, Hurricane Ike covered most of Galveston with a tidal surge (see Mosquio Cafe above for water level).  The powerful combination of wind and waves uprooted many trees, and led to the death of thousands.  But artists and homeowners breathed a second life into some of these trees.  There are approximately 35 sculptures carved out of the stumps where trees used to stand proudly.  They are tucked in backyards, and nestled in gardens Рwhimsical, yet beautiful.  It was a wonderful way to explore the Historic East End.  Here is a sampling of the sculptures:

heronsTwo herons, decorated for St. Patty’s Day.


A mermaid with dolphins.

Galvestonions worked very hard to ensure ¬†that the trees that were destroyed by the hurricane were kept out of landfills and used for recycling projects. For example, 200 tons of wood were shipped to Malaga, Spain to complete a full-scale replica of the Brig, “Galveztown”. ¬†Local lumberyards took tons of wood to dry, mill and reuse for building projects. ¬†Local artists handcrafted bowls and other items for sale at local galleries. ¬†Incredible!

Be sure to add Galveston to your travels – you’ll be happy you did!

For Glen Cambell fans, here’s video of a live performance in his prime:

Correction To Last Post:

I want – no, need – to make a correction to my last blog – Popsicle Toes. ¬†If memory serves, my sister’s toes were Lollypop Toes. ¬†Either way – same /same.


March 14, 2016

We’re still in Port Aransas, Texas, but we are definitely leaving on Wednesday. ¬†We still haven’t decided whether we’re going east or west. ¬†What’s the dilemma? ¬†Why can’t we make a decision? ¬†Well the reason lies on both of our shoulders. ¬†Tim hates cold weather, so he doesn’t want to go north until we’re certain we won’t need our woolies. ¬†I don’t like hot, humid, muggy, buggy weather, so I don’t want to head east into a long line of rainstorms along the gulf. ¬†We have to head somewhere, I guess we’ll make that decision on Wednesday after consulting our constant companion, the weather channel.

In a prior post, I added a few pictures of the beach here. ¬†Guess what? ¬†it’s Spring Break ! ¬†There are currently over 2 dozen colleges¬†celebrating on “our” beach. ¬†I have to admit, it is kind of fun. ¬†We drive down the beach in a line of cars that is huge. ¬†It took us about an hour to drive 8 miles. ¬†Check this out.


This place is crazy, but it’s fun. ¬†You can even camp out on the beach in tents, RVs, whatever.




Just a short distance away, about 20 miles, are the pristine beaches of Padre Island.


Isn’t this beautiful? ¬†No driving or camping on the beach, but there are campgrounds very close by, with facilities.

Now back to our neck of the woods.  We mostly drove to the beach and relaxed with books.  Some lucky folks actually live on the beach.  Look at these three houses.


The reason I put these particular houses in my post is because they do not have access except from the beach. ¬†There are several others as well. Their ¬†address is On The Beach Road. ¬†It’s pretty neat – I wonder what they do in a hurricane. Forget that – I know exactly what they do – get the heck out as quickly as they can – I know I sure would.

We ate in wonderful restaurants like La Barataria, where we had excellent sushi.


While at the beach, I was captured by a Great White Shark,  who was nice enough to drop me off at an island souvenir shop.


Now, if you’ve gotten this far, you’re probably wondering what all of this has to do with “Popsicle Toes”. ¬†I have to tell you a little story. ¬†My sister Joan has nice feet. ¬†Now, I know many, many people don’t like feet. ¬†They think they are ugly. ¬†Well -some are, and some are not. ¬†Joan happens to have nice feet. ¬†Not too big, shaped rather nicely – for feet. ¬†BUT – they are kind of on the square side. ¬†Kind of like Fred Flintstone’s feet. ¬†We had a nephew who used to say Joanie’s toes reminded him of little square tiles. ¬†You don’t so much polish them, ¬†you roll the polish on with a tiny paintroller. ¬†It’s been quite a while since I’ve discussed feet. ¬†But this shop, POPSICLE TOES, brought it all back.

Here are a few pictures.  Joan, these are for you.


Street sign to alert you that this store is in this mall.


Sign on the front wall of the building.


Sign on the door.

NOTE: ¬†I feel that I should plug the shop after taking pictures. ¬†POPSICLE TOES creates tasteful, tailored toe rings. Custom sized for a comfortable fit. ¬†They also sell other gifts. ¬†It’s a very cute shop.

NOTE #2 – Finally, after all of these years, I have been able to discuss your feet. ¬†Readers, you have no idea how I was tormented as a young teen. ¬†My feet are slightly larger than hers (I wear a size 6, but a 10 feels so much better). ¬†There was a time when sales people actually tried the shoes on your feet. ¬†Whenever the sales person was within earshot, ¬†Joan would hum the tune to Clementine. ¬†This is the verse in particular –

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

The story is out, and I can now rest.



March 9, 2016


The origin of the lyrics to “Rain rain go away” are said to date back to the reign of Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603). ¬† During this time in English history there was constant rivalry between Spain and England. ¬†And so in 1588, the Spanish launched their armada, consisting of over 130 galleons.


The English fleet consisted of 34 small Navy vessels and 163 armed merchant ships. But the great Spanish Armada was defeated. Only 65 Spanish galleons and 10,000 men returned to Spain. The attempt failed, because of the swift nature of the smaller English ships and also by the stormy weather which scattered the Armada fleet. Hence the origin of the “Rain rain go away” Nursery rhyme.

Rain Rain go Away 

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.
Little Johnny wants to play;
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again!

Although there have been many versions of this poem, in the mid-19th century James Orchard Halliwell  published this version, the one with which I am most familiar:

Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Little Arthur wants to play.


And so do little Janet and Tim.

But alas, here we sit in this tiny trailer, amid thunder and lightning. ¬†I guess I can’t complain, as this is only the first day we’ve been truly hampered by rain since we began this journey on August 20, 2015. ¬†Now, I’m sure you don’t feel too bad for us – or do you? ¬†Wait – don’t answer that !

In my last post, I discussed those little hateful bloodsuckers – mosquitoes. ¬†You must know there is only one thing a mosquito needs to go through its life- cycle – water. ¬†And that water is provided mostly by rain. ¬†I would be a fool to say, “I hate rain”. ¬†We need it to survive – the planet needs it to survive. ¬†But I’m just saying that mosquitoes thrive when it rains.

Some people love walking in the rain. ¬†Some people like “Singing ¬†In The Rain” ¬†I guess I don’t have to tell you that I’m not one of them. ¬†You’re all dolled up with places to go. ¬†You step off of the curb, and your foot lands in a puddle.

shoes in pudd

Now your shoes, stockings and feet are soaked. ¬†As you hobble along, your foot begins to make a squishing sound with every step you take. ¬†Your clothes are wet and sticking to your body. ¬†If it’s winter, you are chilled to the bone. ¬†If it’s summer, steam rises off of your already warm and sticky body. ¬†If you’ve used hairspray for this night on the town, your hair is now in sticky clumps. ¬†But if you are like me, you don’t have any hairspray on because the sweet smell of hair products draws the attention of bugs. ¬†If ¬†by chance it has stopped raining, my hair frizzes out to a most tremendous size.


I was going to shop today to check out all of the cute little stores and galleries I’ve passed in Port Aransas, and perhaps get a bite to eat. ¬†Do I take a chance? ¬†Should I or shouldn’t I ? ¬†Sometimes, a rainy day is just the excuse you need to do nothing. We¬†don‚Äôt have to be doing something active to enjoy the day. ¬†We can ¬†sit and read, watch a bit of TV and just enjoy each other‚Äôs company. Let the rain do what it wants outside, and just chill.¬†This trailer is small, yes that’s true. ¬†But it’s dry, warm and cozy. ¬†My clothes are dry and not sticking to me. ¬†My hair has been combed to perfection. ¬†I have lots of food on hand. ¬†And there is nothing here to bite me, as I haven’t opened the door. ¬†I think I’ll pass until tomorrow.



March 1, 2016

We have really been enjoying Mustang Island and Port Aransas. There are many cool things to do here, but I’ve chosen to write about the one thing that threatens my delight with this spot. ¬†Actually any and all delightful spots. ¬†I’ve decided to report on the one thing in the world that I hate more than almost anything – MOSQUITOES !!!


I guess I mainly hate them because they love, love, love me. And believe me, it’s not a passing fancy. They have loved me for years – probably my entire life. I dread summers when they’re out in full force. Do you put on spray you ask? ¬†I have every kind of spray and device imaginable, which for me – do not work. I have citronella candles that I place strategically at my ankles, along with a small fan. ¬†They just come at me from a direction in which the fan assists them in their goal. I have this little contraption that ticks, that you’re to wear on a belt or where ever on your person. Supposedly, it mimics the sound of ¬†dragonfly wings, a natural predator of the ¬†mosquito, so they stay away – yeah, right. ¬†I guess in the places where I live and visit, the mosquitoes don’t know they’re supposed to be afraid of dragonflies.

Another great predator of this pest is bats. ¬†They love to eat mosquitoes, unfortunately, most people do not like, are afraid of, and stay away from bat s and their habitats. ¬†I have creams, lotions, and potions. I’ve tried Avon’s Skin-So-Soft. One problem is that, if they work at all, they only work on the spots to which the repellents have been applied. ¬†I’s not like ¬†the odor works in a given radius away from the spray spot. ¬†Oh no – that would be too easy. So if I forget say, an earlobe, they will find that lobe, and they will chomp on it until there’s not a drop of blood left. The next day, I have huge welts that itch. ¬†Day 3 – same thing- itchy welts, but they may also ¬†be infected.


If by some chance I remember to put the repellent on every spot – it doesn’t last for an entire evening. ¬†No, after several hours, I have to excuse myself, find a ladies room, and reapply. I smell so becoming on an evening out – not !

There are few animals animals on Earth that can bring about the deep-seated dislike that mosquitoes do Рnot just for me, but for all of the thousands,  nay, millions of people who become nourishment for these pests.  My brother  suffers like I do.  Once we were vacationing with Lou and his wife Bev, in Ocracoke, North Carolina.  About 4:30 pm seems to be feeding time there for green heads.  When we got back from the beach, the green heads started to attack.  Lou jumped in the pool to avoid being bitten.  If he tried to get out of the water, they were right there waiting for him.  It was pretty funny.  Every so often, Lou would emerge for a breath, at different parts of the pool.  He looked very much like a hippopotamus, with only ears, eyes, and nostrils out of the water, trying to determine if it was safe to emerge.


The scenario is usually thus – you spot one on your skin, and swat, and perhaps have the misfortune to have to try to swat a second time. These tiny creatures have the ability to sense our murderous intentions, take flight, and disappear milliseconds before the fatal blow.

Not only are they an itchy, irritating nuisance, mosquitoes are carriers for some of humanity‚Äôs most deadly illnesses. ¬†In fact they’re the deadliest animals on earth, ¬†public enemy number one in the fight against global infectious disease. According to the CDC, they kill approximately 500,00 people per year, mostly children. ¬†There are about 3,000 species of mosquito, The state that has the most species, 85, is right here — Texas. ¬†Second is Florida with 80. ¬†Luckily, ¬†only three species, that we know of, are responsible for illnesses such as Malaria, ¬†West Nile Virus, Elephantiasis, ¬†Dengue Fever, ¬†Yellow Fever, and ¬†Chikungunya. ¬†And now, we have the Zika virus. ¬†Sheesh!

Mosquitoes use exhaled carbon dioxide, body odors and temperature, as well as movement to home in on their victims. But only the female mosquitoes have the mouth parts necessary for sucking our blood – ¬†thank God. ¬†Can you imagine if the males were as vicious, there would be double the torture. ¬†Plus – here’s a silver lining –¬†humans are actually not the first choice for most mosquitoes looking for a meal. They usually prefer horses, cattle, and birds. ¬†Great – maybe I should become a cattle rancher.

Is there a way to get rid of these varmints permanently?


Well, all mosquitoes need water to breed, so eradication and population-control efforts usually involve removal or treatment of standing water sources, like puddles, still fountains, and marsh areas.   Insecticide spraying to kill adult mosquitoes is also widespread. However, global efforts to stop the spread of mosquitoes are having little effect, and many scientists think global warming will likely increase their number and range.  Note To Global Warming Naysayers РGET ON BOARD!

On a personal level,  be especially careful after it rains.  Be aware of when and where the water collects.   We can stop wearing  perfumes and mists, use no hair spray or hair products of any kind.  Keep your feet clean and fresh Рmaybe wear socks.  One article had the nerve to say that research has shown that mosquitoes are attracted to Limburger cheese, and that may be one reason they go for feet and ankles.


I simply must defend myself here. ¬†I’ll have you know that my feet are clean, dry and have no odor whatsoever – cheese – how dare they !!!

Tim ¬†is my hero indoors. ¬†When the sun goes down, we have to be very aware to open and close the door quickly. ¬†If not, our tiny home will be infested in no time. ¬†Why? ¬†Because they’re following me. ¬†When they do get inside, my hero goes for the swatter, and begins a vicious attack.


Even though he’s my hero inside, he says he likes to sit next to me when we’re outside, because I am his insurance policy that he most definitely will not get bitten. ¬†Maybe I can find someone they like more than me, and sit next to them…

And it’s not just mosquitoes- oh no – ¬†it’s no-seeums, horse flies, black flies, and green flies, also known as green heads. Tim and I were once in Brigantine, New Jersey, the green head capital of the world.


One of the little “blanks” latched on to the seat of my white knit pants – and he – would – not – let – go. I swear they have teeth! ¬† Tim was swatting at him with his bare hands, to try and bring about his demise. ¬†I wasn’t sure what would happen first – the fly would finally get his just desserts, or my butt would be so swollen and bruised from the swatting, that I could’t sit down. ¬†It was then we decided that they must have teeth – kind of like a cartoon horse fly. Later – and I swear this is true – they were flying into the glass windows of our car to get at me. Imagine – flies that are willing to chance death by windshield, kamikaze flies, if you will, just to get a little nibble of me. ¬†I must be delicious !

Next time you see me, please don’t invite me to sit outside, at dusk, ¬†particularly on a humid day, where flying flags are limp! ¬† I would like to , but I simply cannot. ¬† You can be sure we have other plans.