Yesterday proved to be an enjoyable day mostly because I was tagging along with my son and grandson. I accompanied them to a 4-H shooting tournament in Lolita, TX. If you've not been there, I don't have the words to tell yo…
Yesterday proved to be an enjoyable day mostly because I was tagging along with my son and grandson. I accompanied them to a 4-H shooting tournament in Lolita, TX. If you've not been there, I don't have the words to tell you what you've missed. I'd like to think there is more to Lolita than what I saw, but I suspect there isn't much more to tell.
I did have an hour or so to kill time and decided to go for a walk. I hadn't walked far before I spotted a German Shephard roaming freely outside without a leash or behind a fence. The lyrics to "Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown" started rolling around inside my head. Perhaps you remember the lyrics?
… Well, the south side of Chicago Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man name of Leroy Brown
… Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand 'bout six foot four All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir"
… And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog…
Forgive me if you call Lolita home and love where you live. If so, I have unintentionally biased readers to think Lolita is in the middle of nowhere and that if you lived there, it would seem as though time was standing still.
I'm sure that is not true – well I'm almost sure. The shooting range included a climate-controlled atmosphere and was a great indoor venue. Staffed with 4-H volunteers, the tournament was professionally orchestrated. I'm also pleased to report that Jake did well.
I was surprised with the discovery there was no cell phone coverage available inside the building. You simply could not get a signal. Sometimes I'm embarrassed by things that just come out of my mouth. Upon the discovery there was no cell phone coverage, I asked my son if he suspected that folks in that locality still thought Jimmy Carter was still President? Why I said that I don't know. It was not my intent to be disrespectful.
Like I said, I cut the early afternoon walk short because I spotted a large dog in a yard with no fence. The dog easily could have been non-confrontational, and I probably overreacted by doing an about-face and going back the way I came. I decided to avoid what could have potentially been a bad situation. At my age, safety first is to my credit.
Perhaps one of the things Lolita has going for it is that it is only about twenty minutes from Port Lavaca. The lure of fishing and being on the coast could sweeten the deal associated with calling Lolita home. The only name of a town that I remember that we went through to get there is Eagle Lake. I remember that town because I have a friend that was president of the bank in Eagle Lake for many years.
If I needed to recite for you the route we took to get to Lolita, I'd be at a loss. I am clueless. People generally ascertain quickly that I'm dumber than dirt. If you don't know me, you could easily figure that out as well.
We got back to Cat Spring about 4:30 p.m. It seemed to me that it had been a long day, but it was far from over. The General reported a very pleasant day. In addition, Becky had invited her mother to join us for burgers last night along with an aunt and uncle that also live in Cat Spring. It was her Uncle Daryl's birthday as well as Gram's. We have been fortunate to also think of them as family for several years. They are great people.
My granddaughter had made a beautiful birthday multi-level cake. It was almond-vanilla with raspberry filling between the layers. It proved to be delicious. In fact, I may have another piece of it for breakfast today.
Before it was time for dinner, William needed my truck to pick up something from Tractor Supply. The General said she need a couple of things from Walmart as well. The two entities are half a block apart. Consequently, the General and I went with William to get what he needed. I let him drive.
Before we got back home, I was in laughter. William was wearing a muscle shirt and a couple of different older ladies who were shopping at WalMart "figuratively hit" on him. At least that was my perception.
Seriously, there isn't a lot to do in Sealy, and I'd never have thought total strangers would walk up and hit on my grandson. He looks older than nineteen. When he went to fish camp at Texas A&M last summer, some of his classmates thought he was an undercover officer for the FBI. That sounds crazy to me!
The first lady reportedly walked up to William who was talking to friend from high school that worked for WalMart. Out of the clear blue she said: "You two guys look as though your work out all the time.
Turning to William she said: "You look just like…You look just like… She obviously was having a senior moment. William asked: "Do you mean Patrick Swayze? People are always telling him William that he looks like Patrick Swayze. She was probably thinking of the movie "Dirty Dancing. She responded, "Yes, Yes, Yes, you look just like Patrick Swayze."
I don't remember how or why William said she subsequently shared that she was seventy-seven-years old. She also asked him if he had a girlfriend? He assured her that he did. Seriously! Sealy is Small Town, America. Who would have thought?
The General and I were standing next to William inside WalMart when another much older lady walked up to us and said: "Look at those muscles. You look fantastic," as she reached out and momentarily touch his arm. He shyly said: "Thank you Ma'am".
William said in his subsequent conversation with the General and me that older women often come up to him in public settings and initiate a conversation about his looks.
The birthday celebration evening proved delightful. The burgers and cake were delicious. It was a great day. Incidentally, my granddaughter opted to put "35" on the cake rather than her grandmother's actual age. She's a smart kid and that many candles could have burned the house down.
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