Buttermilk and Blood (Part 1): “I’ll Kill the First Man Who Touches This Engine” - The blue dot at the bottom of the map below, showing Fort Worth in 1890, marks where the tracks of the Fort Worth & New Orleans railroad and the tracks of ...
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
The hiking was made more pleasant due to the trail trimming some kind trail trimmer did.
In the picture you are looking at the newly trimmed trail into the area where the Tandy Bamboo TeePee Art Installation sits. Prior to the trimming, going through here required a lot of ducking and pushing brush out of the way.
Have I ever mentioned that I get a lot of comments to my various blogs? And to my Eyes on Texas website?
Among my favorites of the comments are those from someone who is very overwrought over something they have read, and then motivated to share their overwroughtedness. Usually in a way that comes across as very angry. And usually sort of stupid.
This morning I got an email from someone calling herself Diana Ware. The subject line said "Fort Worth."
I have no idea if Diana Ware is upset over something about Fort Worth on this blog or with something about Fort Worth on my Eyes on Texas website.
This is what Diana Ware had to say (with some profanity censored)....
"This is the sorriest excuse for a review of a town I've ever read. You are a hateful sarcastic excuse for a writer. I hope you never get to see or experience anything better than life as you describe it in Fort Worth. I will bypass anything else I see by you on the web in the future. I'm totally disgusted after reading this site--not by the town, but the sorry writer with such a sh**ty outlook."
This sort of reminds me of the bizarre reaction some Scarborough Faire Renaissance Festival people had to my description of Scarborough Faire. Many of them thought they were reading an article in a magazine. Among other things.
I have no idea where I've written a review of Fort Worth. Did Diana Ware Google for info about Fort Worth and clicked on a link to my website, or blog, thinking she was going to get travel information? Diana Ware somehow concluded I've never seen or experienced anything better than what I described of Fort Worth? Why would a person continue reading something that was totally disgusting to them? And then feel compelled to vent about their disgust?
People like Diana Ware are just a little scary to me.
And now it is time to go for a swim and some sun lounging in the 90 degree, feels like 100, heat.