Today, it appeared the temporary return of pleasant temperatures had a lot of people communing with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek Natural Historical Area.
And the Village Creek turtles came out of hiding to enjoy themselves some sun basking.
The Village Creek turtles are way more skittish than the Fosdick Lake or Veterans Park turtles.
By the time I snapped a picture, a lot of the turtles had jumped into the water.
The turtles do not have very many more hours left to enjoy feeling warm. Rain and a return to freezing is on the way to this location on the planet.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Contemplating Throwing Fubbo The Hut Off Fosdick Falls With Grandpa Gar Going Bang Bang Boom Boom
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| Fosdick Falls in Oakland Lake Park |
The volume of water falling was not quite sufficient to make the earth tremble, but is was sufficient to make a good strong water falling noise.
Shorts and a t-shirt were not quite sufficient outer wear coverage today. The temperature was, allegedly, in the mid 50s. But, a strong wind, and clouds blocking the sun, made for some chilly outdoor aerobicizing.
Changing the subject from chilly Fosdick Falls to Fubbo the Hut.
I am feeling real bad about Fubbo the Hut. Well, not exactly bad about Fubbo, but bad about what Fubbo is doing to yet one more innocent victim of Fubbo the Hut's irrational, neurotic wrath.
Fubbo is claiming that Tacoma's Connie D has somehow betrayed Fubbo by somehow helping me do something imaginary to Fubbo the Hut.
I have referenced a time, or two, an entity I refer to as my "Tacoma Informant."
Well, this is actually more than one person. And they are not really informants. It's more a thing where I will get asked something, for instance, "Do you know what Fubbo did to Jon Bob?" I then will ask one of my Tacoma Informants who the hell Jon Bob is and if they know what Fubbo did to them.
I believe Fubbo the Hut is convinced Connie D is my Tacoma Informant and the blog commenter who calls herself "Tacoma Girl."
Fubbo the Hut is making up all sorts of twisted lies regarding this, and is insinuating that she feels in danger, scared of what Connie D and me are going to do to her.
This is all quite unsettling.
And totally horrible to be doing to Connie D, who has never talked to me about Fubbo the Hut. Connie D Facebook friended me years ago, which I assume is the source of Fubbo the Hut's paranoia.
As for my "Tacoma Informants". None of those, who I refer to as such, actually lives in Tacoma. One is in Puyallup, one is in Seattle, with another one in Snohomish.
Changing the subject from the sick subject of Fubbo the Hut to something more normal.
I learned today that Gar the Texan is getting married, yet again. I assume that this time the wife will be able to speak English. I really think being able to communicate would be useful if one wants to be married to someone.
It is not all that much of a surprise to learn that Gar the Texan is getting married again. I have lost track of what number this will be. Wife #4? Or is it #5?
The surprising news, from Gar the Texan, that I learned today, is that he is about to become a Grandpa.
How can Gar the Texan be old enough to be a Grandpa?
Maybe Gar the Texan is just being tricky, leaving out a detail or two. Like maybe the new wife has a Grandkid, which would make Gar the Texan a step-Grandpa, upon marrying the new wife.
And on one more Gar the Texan note, before I shut up, a couple weeks ago Gar blogged about Seeing Red, which had to do with his fixation on redheads. The blogging included the video you see below, Beth Hart singing Bang Bang Boom Boom. This song has become, for me, what I believe is called an Earworm. Meaning I can't get Bang Bang Boom Boom out of my head. It's very addictive...
UPDATE: I forgot to mention that Tacoma's Connie D is not the same as the Texas Connie D. These are totally different people, who have the same first name and last names which start with the same letter, that being "D".
My Neighborhood Chesapeake Energy Red Boxcar Mystery
This morning I walked to Albertsons to get this week's Fort Worth Weekly.
On the way to Albertsons I walked by my neighborhood Chesapeake Energy Barnett Shale Natural Gas Pad Site.
In the past month or two there have been some additions added to my neighborhood Chesapeake Energy Barnett Shale Natural Gas Pad Site.
A week or two after I'd blogged about the lack of any fencing around this particular gas installation, fencing showed up. Then a few trees were planted around the perimeter.
In the past week or two a couple house trailers showed up. Along with the red boxcar-like structure you see in the center of the picture.
When the sun goes down really bright lights light up the area of the red boxcar. You can see the bright lights to the left of the red boxcar.
At night you can see what looks like exhaust smoke coming out of the red boxcar.
Can anyone enlighten me as to what is going on with that red boxcar? And why it requires workers to move in to house trailers to monitor whatever it is that is needing monitoring?
On the way to Albertsons I walked by my neighborhood Chesapeake Energy Barnett Shale Natural Gas Pad Site.
In the past month or two there have been some additions added to my neighborhood Chesapeake Energy Barnett Shale Natural Gas Pad Site.
A week or two after I'd blogged about the lack of any fencing around this particular gas installation, fencing showed up. Then a few trees were planted around the perimeter.
In the past week or two a couple house trailers showed up. Along with the red boxcar-like structure you see in the center of the picture.
When the sun goes down really bright lights light up the area of the red boxcar. You can see the bright lights to the left of the red boxcar.
At night you can see what looks like exhaust smoke coming out of the red boxcar.
Can anyone enlighten me as to what is going on with that red boxcar? And why it requires workers to move in to house trailers to monitor whatever it is that is needing monitoring?
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Another Day Of Non-Stop Rain In North Texas Blissful In A Soft Cotton Comfort Cloud
I'd almost forgotten what a stereotypical winter day is like in Western Washington.
My current location in North Texas has reminded me of what non-stop rain is like. I think we are approaching 24 hours of rain, with no end of the dripping in sight.
I gleaned the "Rain expected to continue throughout the day" blurb from this morning's Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
I woke up this morning thinking my month plus bout of ailing with minor flu-like symptoms had abated, almost totally. Since then the abatement seems to have somewhat lessened.
I had myself the best night's sleep in I don't know how long last night.
On New Year's Eve my bed suffered a major malfunction which resulted in it turning very uncomfortably lumpy in way too many spots.
So, yesterday I got myself a new bed.
The new bed is like being held in a soft cotton cloud of blissful comfort.
The constant pitter patter of raindrops hitting my window and the occasional rumble of distant thunder added to the peacefulness of my slumber chamber.
I'm thinking if I start getting a more reliable good night's sleep I might find myself being less grumpy. I can only hope.
My current location in North Texas has reminded me of what non-stop rain is like. I think we are approaching 24 hours of rain, with no end of the dripping in sight.
I gleaned the "Rain expected to continue throughout the day" blurb from this morning's Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
I woke up this morning thinking my month plus bout of ailing with minor flu-like symptoms had abated, almost totally. Since then the abatement seems to have somewhat lessened.
I had myself the best night's sleep in I don't know how long last night.
On New Year's Eve my bed suffered a major malfunction which resulted in it turning very uncomfortably lumpy in way too many spots.
So, yesterday I got myself a new bed.
The new bed is like being held in a soft cotton cloud of blissful comfort.
The constant pitter patter of raindrops hitting my window and the occasional rumble of distant thunder added to the peacefulness of my slumber chamber.
I'm thinking if I start getting a more reliable good night's sleep I might find myself being less grumpy. I can only hope.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Time Heals All Wounds & Wounds All Heels Including Fubbo The Hut
The past couple days I've heard from a couple of my Tacoma Informants, telling me that Fubbo the Hut is back ranting crazy stuff again, crazy stuff that makes absolutely no sense.
Apparently the crazy ranting is taking place on Facebook again.
Fubbo the Hut erroneously thinks she has me blocked from viewing her Facebook ranting.
I don't think I am going to look at it this time. It just sort of makes me sad. And then I feel motivated to do some copying, pasting and cropping, followed by a blogging making fun of Fubbo the Hut's irrational, pathological, creepy lying.
It is sort of like shooting a real fat fish in a really small barrel. Not fair game.
The thing is, time really does heal all wounds, and wound all heels. Fubbo the Hut is a wounded heel. A fat wounded heel with a serious criminal record. And a reputation that can be summed up by the fact that people are warned not to leave a purse unattended in a room where Fubbo the Hut is in attendance.
Apparently the crazy ranting is taking place on Facebook again.
Fubbo the Hut erroneously thinks she has me blocked from viewing her Facebook ranting.
I don't think I am going to look at it this time. It just sort of makes me sad. And then I feel motivated to do some copying, pasting and cropping, followed by a blogging making fun of Fubbo the Hut's irrational, pathological, creepy lying.
It is sort of like shooting a real fat fish in a really small barrel. Not fair game.
The thing is, time really does heal all wounds, and wound all heels. Fubbo the Hut is a wounded heel. A fat wounded heel with a serious criminal record. And a reputation that can be summed up by the fact that people are warned not to leave a purse unattended in a room where Fubbo the Hut is in attendance.
Apparently Children Are Witnessing Rattlesnake Beheadings In Sweetwater Texas
Yesterday I blogged about Leo informing me that I had a big rattlesnake surprise waiting for me.
This morning I got another email from Leo. I don't know if this is the promised surprise.
Leo's email included an attached PDF file.
Leo seems to be very upset about the Sweetwater rattlesnake reptilicide. The message in Leo's email appears to have been written by someone other than Leo. I left the misspellings intact.
Below is the text in Leo's email, followed by the PDF.....
Rattlesnake Roundup
Dear Sirs,
We are sending this letter to as many US. government officals and staff as we can, in order to expose the cruellest and most savage animal spectacle on the planet.
The Rattlesnake Roundup includes, amongst other things, children being encouraged to witness Western Diamondback Rattlesnakes being beheaded or skinned alive, for a very damming report please click onto the lower link (in the event of this article being pulled, please see attached). Scroll down and you will read about girl scouts cajoled into selling tickets on the gates and even the National Parks' authorities, those who should be their protectorates, siding with the killers, and they will even assist to supply the snakes, letters received confirms this.
The entire show is the ultimate in man's depravity against another creature and we have here a situation where an entire town is in on it; municipal authorities, local businesses, shops, hotels, restaurants and the media right up to Animal Planet TV. Every sorry last one of them sponsoring, supporting and glorifying one the most sordid of events anywhere.
There's not a life-form on God's Earth that deserves this degree of contempt, cruelty and humiliation. Please view the two links below and you will read about the obscenities that I'm talking about.
There is only one outcome that would bring any justice at all, and that would be an outright ban on all Rattlesnake Roundups as well as full protection for them as species. Please do anything you can to make this happen; take this letter into the senate, forwar d it on to anyone you think might be interested and let's give these snakes a voice the likes of which they've never had before.
Thank you.
Robert Piller
And now the PDF....
Sweetwater rattler roundup corrals fun by the gross
By Colin McDonald
SWEETWATER — The snake was beheaded, gutted and skinned Saturday morning. But that afternoon its quarter-sized heart was still beating as it lay atop a folding table at the 54th annual Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup.
For 13-year-old Alexander Kirk, it was about as good as a birthday party could get. “At first it felt soft like a lump of Jell-O,” he said of the heart on display at the snake-skinning demonstration booth. “Then it got hard.”
With more than 1,200 pounds of western diamondbacks to be milked, skinned and gutted, there was not a dull moment for Kirk or the thousands of others who came to the event at the Nolan County Coliseum.
Wearing boots and snake chaps with the cuffs sealed to their ankles with fluorescent duct tape, the sponsoring Sweetwater Jaycees shuffled through the piles of slithering snakes in the pits as crowds watched.
They used hooked rods to lift up the largest snakes to show them off before the animals were taken to the milking station and then to be skinned.
“The people who live around here don't like snakes,” explained Roy Johnson, a game warden for the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department. This year's roundup, which draws snakes collected from across West Texas, was not nearly as productive as years past. The record was set in 1982, with 17,986 pounds collected.
But after a yearlong drought and the worst fire season on record, there were simply not as many snakes to gather, Johnson said.
Texas does not keep records of what impact roundups have on snake populations. And there is controversy over how the snakes are collected.
Johnson and others at the roundup said the most effective way to collect snakes is to gas them out of their burrows. The gas is usually the fumes of unleaded gasoline pumped through a sprayer.
“It's not the gas, it's just the smell of it,” said Mike Glass, a senior member of the Jaycees. “Actually shooting gas down in there is a big no-no.”
The problem is snakes are very sensitive to even a small exposure to gas as a liquid, and too much can kill them in their dens. The snakes that do come out often die soon after. TPWD is considering a rule to ban gassing.
“If the snake is gassed, it no longer acts like a snake,” said Ken Darnell, who has purchased the snake venom from the roundup for the past 15 years.
The venom is frozen and used to make antivenin and for medical research. A good snake can earn the Jaycees $5 to $10 worth of venom.
Darnell does not like gassing because it shortens the life of the snakes, he said. But as all the snakes at the roundup are milked just once before being butchered for their skin and meat, that does not really matter. And if there was no gassing, the roundup would not have enough snakes, Glass said.
For Sweetwater, that would be tragic, said 16-year-old Kayla Chowning, who was crowned Miss Snake Charmer on Thursday night.
“It's a big deal,” she said of the festival, which also includes a carnival and rides. “It brings business to town.”
The money raised by the weekend event — $40,000 to $50,000 — goes to local charities and scholarships, organizers say.
For those who don't have regular exposure to rattlesnakes, it's also a chance to realize that your natural instinct to just leave snakes alone is best.
“You've got to respect them,” Johnson said. “If you don't, they will get you.”
For Mary Lee Boyer from Pennsylvania, who came to the show with her husband despite her fear of snakes, that lesson was obvious.
“Y'all are weird down here in Texas no matter what,” she said. “Normal people are back home. We don't play with things that are dangerous.”
This morning I got another email from Leo. I don't know if this is the promised surprise.
Leo's email included an attached PDF file.
Leo seems to be very upset about the Sweetwater rattlesnake reptilicide. The message in Leo's email appears to have been written by someone other than Leo. I left the misspellings intact.
Below is the text in Leo's email, followed by the PDF.....
Rattlesnake Roundup
Dear Sirs,
We are sending this letter to as many US. government officals and staff as we can, in order to expose the cruellest and most savage animal spectacle on the planet.
The Rattlesnake Roundup includes, amongst other things, children being encouraged to witness Western Diamondback Rattlesnakes being beheaded or skinned alive, for a very damming report please click onto the lower link (in the event of this article being pulled, please see attached). Scroll down and you will read about girl scouts cajoled into selling tickets on the gates and even the National Parks' authorities, those who should be their protectorates, siding with the killers, and they will even assist to supply the snakes, letters received confirms this.
The entire show is the ultimate in man's depravity against another creature and we have here a situation where an entire town is in on it; municipal authorities, local businesses, shops, hotels, restaurants and the media right up to Animal Planet TV. Every sorry last one of them sponsoring, supporting and glorifying one the most sordid of events anywhere.
There's not a life-form on God's Earth that deserves this degree of contempt, cruelty and humiliation. Please view the two links below and you will read about the obscenities that I'm talking about.
There is only one outcome that would bring any justice at all, and that would be an outright ban on all Rattlesnake Roundups as well as full protection for them as species. Please do anything you can to make this happen; take this letter into the senate, forwar d it on to anyone you think might be interested and let's give these snakes a voice the likes of which they've never had before.
Thank you.
Robert Piller
And now the PDF....
Sweetwater rattler roundup corrals fun by the gross
By Colin McDonald
SWEETWATER — The snake was beheaded, gutted and skinned Saturday morning. But that afternoon its quarter-sized heart was still beating as it lay atop a folding table at the 54th annual Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup.
For 13-year-old Alexander Kirk, it was about as good as a birthday party could get. “At first it felt soft like a lump of Jell-O,” he said of the heart on display at the snake-skinning demonstration booth. “Then it got hard.”
With more than 1,200 pounds of western diamondbacks to be milked, skinned and gutted, there was not a dull moment for Kirk or the thousands of others who came to the event at the Nolan County Coliseum.
Wearing boots and snake chaps with the cuffs sealed to their ankles with fluorescent duct tape, the sponsoring Sweetwater Jaycees shuffled through the piles of slithering snakes in the pits as crowds watched.
They used hooked rods to lift up the largest snakes to show them off before the animals were taken to the milking station and then to be skinned.
“The people who live around here don't like snakes,” explained Roy Johnson, a game warden for the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department. This year's roundup, which draws snakes collected from across West Texas, was not nearly as productive as years past. The record was set in 1982, with 17,986 pounds collected.
But after a yearlong drought and the worst fire season on record, there were simply not as many snakes to gather, Johnson said.
Texas does not keep records of what impact roundups have on snake populations. And there is controversy over how the snakes are collected.
Johnson and others at the roundup said the most effective way to collect snakes is to gas them out of their burrows. The gas is usually the fumes of unleaded gasoline pumped through a sprayer.
“It's not the gas, it's just the smell of it,” said Mike Glass, a senior member of the Jaycees. “Actually shooting gas down in there is a big no-no.”
The problem is snakes are very sensitive to even a small exposure to gas as a liquid, and too much can kill them in their dens. The snakes that do come out often die soon after. TPWD is considering a rule to ban gassing.
“If the snake is gassed, it no longer acts like a snake,” said Ken Darnell, who has purchased the snake venom from the roundup for the past 15 years.
The venom is frozen and used to make antivenin and for medical research. A good snake can earn the Jaycees $5 to $10 worth of venom.
Darnell does not like gassing because it shortens the life of the snakes, he said. But as all the snakes at the roundup are milked just once before being butchered for their skin and meat, that does not really matter. And if there was no gassing, the roundup would not have enough snakes, Glass said.
For Sweetwater, that would be tragic, said 16-year-old Kayla Chowning, who was crowned Miss Snake Charmer on Thursday night.
“It's a big deal,” she said of the festival, which also includes a carnival and rides. “It brings business to town.”
The money raised by the weekend event — $40,000 to $50,000 — goes to local charities and scholarships, organizers say.
For those who don't have regular exposure to rattlesnakes, it's also a chance to realize that your natural instinct to just leave snakes alone is best.
“You've got to respect them,” Johnson said. “If you don't, they will get you.”
For Mary Lee Boyer from Pennsylvania, who came to the show with her husband despite her fear of snakes, that lesson was obvious.
“Y'all are weird down here in Texas no matter what,” she said. “Normal people are back home. We don't play with things that are dangerous.”
Monday, January 7, 2013
New Tires On The Summit Of Mount Tandy Talking About Crime Punishment & Karma
In the noon time frame my primary motorized vehicular transport was being operated on, getting new tires installed.
So, instead of driving somewhere to get myself some salubrious aerobic stimulation, I walked around my neighborhood.
After a few minutes of walking I got a phone call where I eventually found myself having an interesting conversation about crime and punishment and karma.
A half hour or so into this conversation, about crime and punishment and karma, Miss Puerto suddenly came out of a door and began walking beside me, listening, eventually having trouble not laughing due to the things she was hearing me say.
My primary motorized vehicular transport was returned to me, with new tires, around 3 this afternoon. I then took off around 4 and headed to the summit of Mount Tandy.
I have not been on the Tandy Hills for weeks. I was pleased to find the hills were totally dried out from the dousing they got on Christmas.
As you can see, via the picture above, looking west across the Tandy Wagon Trail as heads towards the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth, the clouds have already moved in in preparation for the next two days of predicted thunderstorming and heavy rain.
I have all my hatches battened down in anticipation of some heavy duty storming, both figuratively and literally.
So, instead of driving somewhere to get myself some salubrious aerobic stimulation, I walked around my neighborhood.
After a few minutes of walking I got a phone call where I eventually found myself having an interesting conversation about crime and punishment and karma.
A half hour or so into this conversation, about crime and punishment and karma, Miss Puerto suddenly came out of a door and began walking beside me, listening, eventually having trouble not laughing due to the things she was hearing me say.
My primary motorized vehicular transport was returned to me, with new tires, around 3 this afternoon. I then took off around 4 and headed to the summit of Mount Tandy.
I have not been on the Tandy Hills for weeks. I was pleased to find the hills were totally dried out from the dousing they got on Christmas.
As you can see, via the picture above, looking west across the Tandy Wagon Trail as heads towards the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth, the clouds have already moved in in preparation for the next two days of predicted thunderstorming and heavy rain.
I have all my hatches battened down in anticipation of some heavy duty storming, both figuratively and literally.
Apparently I Have A Big Rattlesnake Surprise Waiting For Me
I have mentioned previously that I am getting emails regarding the Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup with the subject line being 'THE SNAKES WILL HAVE THEIR DAY."
A new version of these emails showed up this morning.
From Leo.
With the message sounding like some sort of threat, saying...
"You've got a big surprise waiting for you."
My Eyes on Texas website's webpage about my one and only visit to the Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup still Googles in the #1 spot, thus causing, I fear, easily confused sorts to think I am somehow associated with the Roundup.
What is the big surprise that is waiting for me I can't help but wonder?
A new version of these emails showed up this morning.
From Leo.
With the message sounding like some sort of threat, saying...
"You've got a big surprise waiting for you."
My Eyes on Texas website's webpage about my one and only visit to the Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup still Googles in the #1 spot, thus causing, I fear, easily confused sorts to think I am somehow associated with the Roundup.
What is the big surprise that is waiting for me I can't help but wonder?
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Sunday Prayers With The Village Creek Armadillos Getting Ready For Some Football
The armadillo population that inhabits the Village Creek Natural Historical Area was very busy today.
I think they may have been in a feeding frenzy due to the return of a semi-pleasant temperature.
As in, currently, it is only 4 degrees shy of 60 degrees at my location on the planet.
I think the armadillo in the picture knew it is Sunday today, hence the praying pose.
Has anyone ever turned an armadillo into a pet I was wondering today? The cute little critters sure catch the attention of those walking by them.
Today was the most pleasant walk I've enjoyed this year. And for weeks before this new year arrived. Walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek zone is pretty much my favorite place to walk. It is always so extremely peaceful.
The pre-Super Bowl with the Seattle Seahawks and Washington Redskins is getting ready to start up in about a half an hour.
My pre-Super Bowl lunch was a light one, oven toasted ham and cheese on thick flatbread.
The pre-Super Bowl Party, snack-wise, will be pizza and chicken.
My most experienced mixmaster is supposed to arrive soon and is claiming she will be bringing the ingredients to make the infamous Durango Cocktail. With Amaretto subbing for the apparently hard to find Orgeat Almond Syrup.
I hear a doorbell ringing. I suspect this indicates I need to open a door. I'll talk to you later...
I think they may have been in a feeding frenzy due to the return of a semi-pleasant temperature.
As in, currently, it is only 4 degrees shy of 60 degrees at my location on the planet.
I think the armadillo in the picture knew it is Sunday today, hence the praying pose.
Has anyone ever turned an armadillo into a pet I was wondering today? The cute little critters sure catch the attention of those walking by them.
Today was the most pleasant walk I've enjoyed this year. And for weeks before this new year arrived. Walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek zone is pretty much my favorite place to walk. It is always so extremely peaceful.
The pre-Super Bowl with the Seattle Seahawks and Washington Redskins is getting ready to start up in about a half an hour.
My pre-Super Bowl lunch was a light one, oven toasted ham and cheese on thick flatbread.
The pre-Super Bowl Party, snack-wise, will be pizza and chicken.
My most experienced mixmaster is supposed to arrive soon and is claiming she will be bringing the ingredients to make the infamous Durango Cocktail. With Amaretto subbing for the apparently hard to find Orgeat Almond Syrup.
I hear a doorbell ringing. I suspect this indicates I need to open a door. I'll talk to you later...
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Perplexed By Gateway Park Green Grass Before Getting Lunch From The Tamale Kid
On my way to Town Talk today I stopped at Gateway Park to get in some salubrious walking on the extremely pleasant first Saturday of the new year of 2013.
Quite a difference from the last Saturday of 2012. Last week I shivered whilst taking a short fast walk around the ball fields before retreating from the elements.
Due to the recent bout of freezing most green has left the natural world. This made the ultra green play fields of Gateway Park stand out in stark contrast.
When I saw the glaring green I walked closer. It looked like grass. I saw blades. I saw what looked like dirt. How are they keeping this grass so green, I wondered?
Then I came upon the sign you see in the picture.
First off the NOTICE caught my eye. With the notice informing that "FIELDS WILL BE CLOSED WHEN FIELD SURFACE TEMPERATURE REACHES 125".
125 is quite HOT. Death Valley type HOT.
And then the sign said, "Welcome to Gateway Park multipurpose synthetic turf fields."
So, I now knew why the grass was so green. Because it is not grass. It is plastic.
After solving the mystery of the green grass it was on to Town Talk, hoping to find the Tamale Kid.
Driving on to the Town Talk parking lot I saw no Tamale Kid.
So, I did my Town Talk treasure hunting. Exiting I saw the Tamale Kid sitting on a picnic table. I pushed my cart over to him and asked if he was selling tamales today.
"Si, senor", said he.
"Chicken or beef, 6 for 5 dollars," said the Tamale Kid.
I gave him 5 dollars and followed him to a white car where he popped open the trunk and took out a foil wrapped package of tamales from a cooler. Well, in this case, it was a heater. The tamales were warm and ready to eat.
And so my lunch plan for today changed. So, I'm making rice with Carne Asada, refried beans with cilantro and tamales from the Tamale Kid.
I was going to make Mexican food for tomorrow's pre-Super Bowl Party. I think I may now revert back to the pizza plan.
Quite a difference from the last Saturday of 2012. Last week I shivered whilst taking a short fast walk around the ball fields before retreating from the elements.
Due to the recent bout of freezing most green has left the natural world. This made the ultra green play fields of Gateway Park stand out in stark contrast.
When I saw the glaring green I walked closer. It looked like grass. I saw blades. I saw what looked like dirt. How are they keeping this grass so green, I wondered?
Then I came upon the sign you see in the picture.
First off the NOTICE caught my eye. With the notice informing that "FIELDS WILL BE CLOSED WHEN FIELD SURFACE TEMPERATURE REACHES 125".
125 is quite HOT. Death Valley type HOT.
And then the sign said, "Welcome to Gateway Park multipurpose synthetic turf fields."
So, I now knew why the grass was so green. Because it is not grass. It is plastic.
After solving the mystery of the green grass it was on to Town Talk, hoping to find the Tamale Kid.
Driving on to the Town Talk parking lot I saw no Tamale Kid.
So, I did my Town Talk treasure hunting. Exiting I saw the Tamale Kid sitting on a picnic table. I pushed my cart over to him and asked if he was selling tamales today.
"Si, senor", said he.
"Chicken or beef, 6 for 5 dollars," said the Tamale Kid.
I gave him 5 dollars and followed him to a white car where he popped open the trunk and took out a foil wrapped package of tamales from a cooler. Well, in this case, it was a heater. The tamales were warm and ready to eat.
And so my lunch plan for today changed. So, I'm making rice with Carne Asada, refried beans with cilantro and tamales from the Tamale Kid.
I was going to make Mexican food for tomorrow's pre-Super Bowl Party. I think I may now revert back to the pizza plan.
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