Idle thoughts on a February morning:
--Where is all the time going? I can’t believe that we are already ¾ of the way through this month! In eight days, it’s March!
For my two cents, I can’t wait to say goodbye to February. The weather, specifically the lack of sunshine, has been ridiculous. It has affected my psyche, overall attitude, and personal disposition. I am looking forward to turning the page on this month.
I believe in the theory or science that says the sun has a positive effect on people, both physically and mentally. So when I hit my knees tonight, there will be at least one prayer for sunny weather and moderate temperatures. To steal a line from the movie Patton, “Let’s see if we can get the Lord working on our side.”
--As a side note to my rant up above, I have asked a lot of the longtime residents of these parts if the weather we have been having the last few months is typical of this time of year. Almost to a person the answer I receive is an emphatic “no!”
When asked, many of the people I have talked to say they cannot remember anything like this, what with all the rain and cloudiness. They bring up the droughts that are common to south central Texas, and many harken back to dusty days of the early 1950s as proof that the weather we are undergoing right now has seldom if ever been seen in their lifetime.
--Around this time of the month of February, I always have a little regret and sadness in my life. Feb. 18 was my father’s birthday, but he passed away in 2000. He would have been 86. Feb. 20 would have been maternal grandfather’s 119th birthday, but he passed away just a few days after the moon landing in 1969. Both men had a profound impact on my life, and I miss them more than words can say.
But on the bright side, here is a happy birthday shout out to my younger brother Mike who turns 47 on Saturday. Go Blue.
--Last Sunday was a great day to be hanging out in downtown Gonzales. At Come and Take It restaurant, a nice throng of individuals was hanging out watching the Daytona 500. As an auto racing fan, I was at first enthralled, then bored, then really bored by the race until the last 20 laps of the race.
Just like an NBA game, if you want to see the real action, turn it on at the end. That’s what happened at the Daytona 500. In addition, I had numerous friends and old business acquaintances from my auto racing years at Daytona and they were blowing up my phone with pictures of the weekend and the race.
I really enjoyed that part of it.
Later, as the race was winding down, I walked over to the Long Branch Saloon where a fundraiser was being held. A nice crowd was there, I signed my name to a number of items, and then walked home. I was surprised to learn later that I won three items—all three of them being picnic baskets stuffed with goodies.
Any ladies interested in going on a picnic? I certainly have the baskets.
--Tomorrow will unofficially mark the end of the Boomers era out on Harwood Road. Following the death of her late husband Pete Wilkerson, Leann Wilkerson has decided to sell Boomers Sports Bar to Rosie Brown. Rosie is changing the name Boomers to Spanky’s, the nickname of her late husband. Leann has invited friends to come out tomorrow evening to reminisce about Pete, their time as owners, and share stories.
--Don’t forget, the city of Gonzales is still looking for volunteers to participate in the re-enactment of the arrival of the Immortal 32 at the Alamo on March 1. Join me and others in representing Gonzales’ prominent role in the fight for Texas Independence by signing up. Costumes will be provided.
If interested, contact Clint Hille at the city of Gonzales at 672-2815.
I hope y’all have a great last week of this awful month.