Pool

 

someone else's photo

Hubbard Texas is great in many ways, it has an attack helicopter for a war memorial, respect, an orthodox Anglican church where the sacrament's reserved and the door's unlocked, it even has Malone's old railway  station which serves a parish hall. Good work, crew. And it has a pool.

We went there today. What a great little community pool, lying there cool and blue under a hot Texan sun. It was pretty empty too, with a few kids carrying on mas gusto to lift the spirits, but here's the thing - they were VERY well behaved. Like no kidding, I was pleasantly taken aback, as in there's hope for us yet. Yessir.

Someone from LA accused me of taking "A Myspace era shot." OK, I'll take that, unreconstructed.

The lifeguard girl announced that she was "going to college" in September and I asked her where. Texas A&M. To do what? Engineering. Congrats kid, and well done that girl, and what a lot of fun to hang out by the water  in this rural Texan haven. Why, the world asks, can't the COUNTY SEAT have such a thing?

A community pool, dear friends, is apparently beyond the imagination of our local overlords. Something, someone once sang, better change. And perhaps it will, now that fleeing, cowardly, hypocritical, malfeasant, brazen, criminal, deceitful Democrat politicians have warrants out for their arrest.What can we say? Haul 'em in, lock 'em up and throw away the key. I'm not holding my breath, but still, it's a nice gesture.

Dark Star

Your Old Pal,

LSP

The Plan

 

Typical Cadets

The kid has a plan, and it's this. Complete two years of a remote/online computer science degree and then go "green to gold" for the final two years at Texas A&M's ROTC, the Corps of Cadets. Then, riding boots burnished to a reflective glow, get a commission and go from there.

Good plan, eh? And  it starts this week as classes commence. So let's see if the onetime cadet will become the genuine article, a real Cadet. But first things first. Our conversation went like this as we were about to take the Bernie Beck gate exit to the home of III Corps.

Swords Are Key 

"Let's get you fixed up for a vehicle." He paused and went lateral, "One private bought an old fire truck." I slowed down as the old rig made it's way to the Great Place, "What?" Quick as a flash the boy replied, "A firetruck. The CO got mad and made him get rid of it." 

What a wasted opportunity, I thought to myself, and then out loud. "That's pretty shortsighted. I'd have made him give it to Brigade and made it the THUNDERBIRDS truck. You know, paint up the Thunderbirds logo and drive around base playing the brigade song. From speakers, loud, very loud. It'd boost morale. You do have a brigade song, right?"

The once and maybe future Cadet pondered this and promised to find the rousing song, "There has to be one, dad." And surely there is.

In other news, our new Afghan friends are sexually attacking US servicewomen at various bases around the country. How totally unpredictable. Good work, Team Biden.

Cheers,

LSP