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This seems like a really cool thing to try to do. When I visit my grandkids, we are going to give it a whirl. Thanks!
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Well, Mike, I miss Austin too. The old Austin. I remember those days. Sitting outdoors at the Armadillo World Headquarters drinking beer before heading inside to see one of a gazillion acts that graced the stage there. Music and plays at Zilker Hillside Theatre...the real Eyeore's Birthday Party. Those were the days.I use to sell flowers on the corner of 26th & Guadalupe in the 70s, going to Tom's Tabouli for a bite. Having lunch with my Pop at Mad Dog & Beans when he was working at Burdine at UT.My husband and I left there in 1990 and moved to Corpus Christi, but is seemed like the day we left was when 50 million people from only God knows where moved in and changed the soulful dynamic of that town. It will never be the same. Like strip-mining a mountain of it's natural elements. Developers building condos on Town Lake, Starbucks everywhere. The Hike and Bike trail is like walking on I-35 during rush hour. Heck, even Whole Foods isn't what it use to be. My heart cringes. Stevie Ray Vaughn, rest in peace.
I got it and I did get it and it is good. Thank you for the lesson. Every day of my life is an everyday occurence.
What a great mantra to have when you get on the phone to these government offices for information. "Get up! Stand up! Stand up for your rights!" Now I have Ziggy Marley and the Melodymakers bellowing out of my speakers. Now I can groove to some reggae, man, while I scrape wallpaper off my kitchen walls today. Have an irie day, girl!
I had these revelations since my heart surgery in May. What you do can set in motion or change yours or another's life. An apple taste better (long story about that). Loving people seems to feel...well...more loving. I like your ideas, especially seeing B.B. King (it's been too long since the last time). While I would give anything to have the old Austin back, the developers just keep getting their way. I've scowled at many of the changes, but came unglued the last time I was there. Some developer was building condominiums on the corner of Lamar and Riverside by the bridge. Let me take a few deep breaths here...okay...much better. I'll be okay.It's very important to make everyday count. Appreciate the little things as they keep the heart warm on the worst days.
Mike, I'm not sure what category I would fall under. Now that you have vented, I hope you feel a lot better. I think the changes were likely to happen as those, who grew up in this area and left, came back again; like yourself, my husband and many others. People from other places have come to Victoria bringing a different perspective to the Victoria Advocate, too. Is it good? Is it bad? Will it benefit or mean anything for our community?. Will it make our local newspaper successful or a sinking ship? It depends on the powers-that-be at the Advocate. I'm just a spectator who will make good use of the forum they've given to us.While I think I have viable opinions, others may not think the way I do. That's their perogative. More power to them! Either way, we have the right to be heard. I hear ya!
From one potatohead to another...Woohoo is right about the plastic. Apparently the heat changes the plastic. Plastic is made of some very lethal chemicals that can leach into your food. My better half works at the big cajone plastics plant in Pt. Comfort; he uses a few old dishes to take his lunch.What I do is wash the potatoes well and poke them with a fork a few times and give them a canola (or oil of your choice) massage. Once your potatoes are relaxed and happy, put them in a bowl cover them with papertowel and zap for about 12 mins. Top it with your favorite stuff. Zap again if necessary. For dessert, make Rebecca's sweet potato recipe. I love baked potatoes. It is a great source of fiber, soluble (inside potato) and insoluble (peel).
I can relate very well Allison. On Christmas Eve, I poured a huge goblet of wine and gave him a long toast in the quiet of the night. The last time I saw Kevin, my family and I had just left Taqueria Victoria and were headed to our car. I past the Longleaf and looked in the window and saw him, Eric and Rebecca and a couple of others sitting around. I waved big to everyone. I realized that I missed you all so much. As is a deck of card, if the 10 of Clubs is missing, it isn't the same. Kevin is that 10 of Clubs to me, Hello Kitty and all.
My oldest Sunday memories are of coffee so strong, the aroma would wind its way to my bedroom and jostle me awake. My pop would stand at the stove cooking sausage gravy and biscuits (this was before him and my mom went through their vegetarianism phase). He'd plate it up with eggs & grits. Classical music always played on the radio. The Austin American-Statesman would be on the breakfast table laying open. I miss my pop just thinking about it.These days, I get up, drink coffee, read the paper and head to 10:30 Sunday Mass. I try not to do any more than the dishes on this day and make it a day of rest. Pssst...psst....okay, I will admit, at 10 or 11 pm, I turn on the Houston PBS channel and watch the only soap opera I've become addicted to for the past 2 years....The EastEnders. It's a British soap opera about regular folk and not all superficial and pretentious like our sappy/crappy American soap operas. (With all due respect to those who like American soap operas.) hee hee hee
You don't sound like a redneck, Mike. I've stood on the same soapbox myself. While make the same similar statements, my eldest daughter once pointed out to me, her Deadhead parent, that Jerry Garcia sang of "riding that train, high on cocaine...". When she was younger, it seemed like it was hip to be gangsta...it freaked me out. I thought I was a rebel selling flowers on the UT campus with a bunch of hippies. HA! I'll take a flower over a drive-by anyday.However, I have heard of some rap music that was okay. The good news was it sounded like something you'd here from a good poetry slam (competition at some coffeehouses in big cities) combined with the usual ear-busting bassy beat. You know what, even though the words were about reality, it wasn't about killing and raping. I guess to each their own.Just the other day, I put on my new Earth, Wind & Fire CD (yes, this Deadhead likes that stuff) and ask myself why soul music isn't as popular as it once was. Those kids are missing out.