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I went. I saw, I drank, I drank some more, I told some jokes, I came home

Hey, I made it to Luckenbach and back and all in one piece.* I made my detour by Denita and Eric's house where I had a great time and so did they, accordin' to Denita's version. Zane was the little charmer as always and is growin' like a weed. He has the walkin' bit down, though is still not greatly adept at obstacle avoidance. He hits the floor and bounces back up, usually laughin'. I spent the time gettin' the lowdown on how IronBear came to be such an integral part of Who Tends the Fires. We discussed some other bloggers and some of the stuff goin' on in the blogosphere currently, and then they told me and showed me some pictures of their recent trips to Big Bend Nat'l Park and Enchanted Rock. I am familiar with the former and have yet to visit the latter. Zane and I then played a bit at this and that. He liked it when I held him up so he could touch the ceilin' and loved it when I flew him around. He did kiss my knee, or at least that is what Denita said he did. He is a treat to spend time with, especially if you like kids like I do.

I then went to Luckenbach, although I had to hunt for it again. This is the third time I have been there and it is the third time I had difficulty findin' the tiny Texas town. There was some good music and the cold beer was flowin', but not freely, as they were chargin' $3 a bottle for all the popular brands. There was a stage coach bein' pulled around by some really tired lookin' horses, a longhorn with a saddle on his back you could get your picture taken on, a stage where the name acts were playin', and a jam session goin' on behind the bar. I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon. The cook put mustard on it as I requested, but looked at me as if I was strange. I also got an order of curly fries. The way they make them is like really well done potato chips all stuck together. They tasted good, as did the sandwich. Some dog was sittin' at my feet as I ate, and I did give him a bit of the bacon, when I found a piece that was a bit chewier than I liked. I noticed some guy was tryin' to take a picture and I later approached him about whether he was tryin' to shoot the dog or me or both. He had been tryin' to get the dog, but the pose never was right, and when it finally was, he said the background was not to his likin' as it had appeared like a drainpipe was shoved up the dog's butt. He had never taken the picture.

I went there for this ceremony where they were gonna retire the Texas flag that has been flyin' there for some long period of time in honor of the Texans who fell defendin' the Alamo. I was indeed present for the flag retirement ceremony, where some guy went over to the flag pole and lowered that old tattered flag, removed it from the chain, and replaced it with a new flag. There were no words, no one even called attention to the activity. I later asked one of the other employees what was to become of the old flag. She said she was not sure, but that they might put it in a frame and sell it. They had charged $6.00 because it was supposed to be a special event day. I am wonderin' if that was the entirety of the whole special event. It did not seem to be worth $6.00, but then again they did have some great music and musicians, so I did not necessarily feel cheated. One of the entertainers was Brian Burns, who has recently remade the ol' Hank Snow hit, I've Been Everywhere,** into I've Been Everywhere in Texas and is gettin' a lot of airplay on the station I listen to all the time. I listened as he did a great job singin' a few of his songs and later talked with him a bit, and even got him to sign a dollar bill for me. I drank a few cold beers, walked around and told some jokes, bought some stuff and took some pictures. I will likely post some of the pictures tomorrow, if any of them are good. For some reason, the flash on my little camera did not seem to work. That little camera may be kaput. It is late, and my navel is likely distressed a bit from all of that beer. I really don' t like beer all that much, mainly for the same reason I don't drink carbonated beverages out of cans or bottles, but prefer to drink only fountain drinks. My stomach does not do well with all of that gas. I feel so damn bloated, like I have a giant bubble of CO² in my stomach and wonderin' when it is gonna blow. My feet hurt, my back is achin' a bit and my head is numb. I think a good night's sleep is definitely in order. Hopefully, there will be more to come. End of report.***

*I am supposin' that I am not totally whole as I likely killed a few brain cells. I just hope I did not destroy any of the essential ones.

**Johnny Cash also recorded a version of the original song.

Posted by notGeorge at March 6, 2004 11:50 PM