I don't know if those are fresh 4-Wheeler tracks rutting up the Tandy Hills Natural Area, or if they are the remains of 4-Wheeler vandalism of weeks ago and I just noticed it freshly today. The tracks appeared new to me. But they went nowhere. As if the vehicle was lifted away by a helicopter. That and the location of these tracks would not be easily reached by a vehicle, 4-Wheel drive or not. It's at the top of a hill, with all approaches to the top being either very steep or very narrow or hemmed in by trees.So, we have yet one more Tandy Hills mystery. Maybe it's the ghostly Billy Hill returned once more.
I am still sore from my ordeal Tuesday where I found myself pounding the Fort Worth pavement for mile after mile. My aches and pains give new meaning to the "pain in the butt" phrase.
Swimming this morning in my melted iceberg made my aches and pains feel better for awhile. As did the endorphins that hiking the Tandy Hills drugs me with. But now, a couple hours later, my Tandy Hills fix is wearing off and the throbbing pains are starting up on me again.
I love whining about my aches and pains like an arthritic ol' geezer.
My mom called me last night to ask me which of my addresses she should mail me some beef jerky.
I just got what is called a "Direct Message" from the Star-Telegram, sent courtesy of Twitter, thanking me for following the FWST news and updates. And telling me they'd like to hear what I think about their Tweets.
My one longtime reader may be thinking, along with me, oh, the irony.I went to Town Talk after Tandy and got some real good tomatoes, mangoes, petite brussels sprouts and other stuff I'm not remembering right now.
Being at the Tandy Hills today I got to see for myself Fort Worth's latest public art installation, called, I think, "Arizona Desert Invades Fort Worth Prairie."
I've yet to learn who made this beautiful piece of art or how much it cost. Currently Fort Worth is planning to spend about a quarter million dollars to build a memorial to JFK commemorating the fact that JFK spent his last night and morning alive, in downtown Fort Worth.
Meanwhile the Fort Worth Public Libraries have cut back and the city pools are being shut down.
3 comments:
Mr. Durango, you're one clever feller. Do you know what you're getting yourself into here? Let me just put it this a way--me and my kin came from a special combination of religious and UFO sects, not just any run of the mill sects mind you. That should give you enough clue (and warning, so to speak)as to who you're coming in contact with, my friend. Your friend, BillyHill.
That Billy Hill the hillbilly is creepy--can I have his number? :>)
Sorry Anonymous #2, I don't have Billy Hill's number. I think he hangs out once in awhile at his hobo camp at the Tandy Hills. You might find him there.
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