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tenacious c as a young sailor

I was on the road most of the day yesterday. I had to visit a couple of clients in the Belton/Temple area. The drive from Houston to the edge of the hill country is beautiful... rolling hills spattered with stock tanks and lush groves. In the right season, the wildflowers are breathtaking. It was hard for me to stay focused on work. I was emotional and everything seemed to remind me of EL. My coworker seemed to only be able to find ballads and love songs on the radio as he fumbled between country, classic rock, and anything in between that had decent signal strength. It really makes one appreciate the convenience of satellite radio. I lived in Belton when I was a kid for a couple of years. I think it was my fourth and fifth grade elementary school years, but I don't recall exactly. I just grasp little snippets here and there... then, poof, they are gone. I wasn't feeling well on the way back to H-town after taking a client to a lunch at a venue of his choice. I was thinking something local, quaint, and special... a unique entity to that town that locals were proud of sharing with out-of-towners. He was thinking Chili's. The closest thing to special I've ever experienced at the mega-chain Chili's franchise is when Kirk and I ate at the Chili's in Bahrain. We each had a hamburger, fries, and a soda... the total after dinar to dollar was about $96.00 US. Can you say holy shit? I knew you could. The burgers weren't even good. I was probably eating camel flank or stray cat. Oye. That reminds me of eating raw meat in Israel, but that is another story. So, on the way back home, my partner wanted to stop at The Dixie Chicken. Their website states: "The Dixie Chicken serves the most beer per square foot of any bar in the U.S." I've been to a lot of bars and, after seeing this one, I'm going to have to hoist the bullshit flag up the mast (note: I started to type "throw the bullshit flag on the field", but that might lead one to believe that I know the slightest thing about sports... especially basketball or whatever that one they wear helmets in). The bar reminded me a lot of Blanco's here in Houston... with more taxidermy'd critters and more pool tables... oh, and the average age of clientele was about two decades younger. random thought: I saw a spot on the news this morning about a new procedure being researched to perform uterine transplants for fertile women with damaged or dysfunctional uteruses. In passing thought, the danger for the host presented by the surgery wouldn't concern me as much as the post transplant meds having impact on the fetus. They juice people up with all kinds of crazy stuff to keep their immune systems from rejecting the organ and prevent clotting during the fusing of blood pathways. That can't be good for cells in the bakery.