Jack Sparks has a great story up about his grandfather and catching carp. With Wheaties.
And that certainly brings back the memories.
Because when I was a little kid, I used to go out fishing all the time with my (very patient) grandfather and father. Mainly we went to various ponds fishing for bass and crappie. But sometimes, we’d go down below the lake in Pawhuska and fish for carp.
With
Okay, I’ll admit that I’ve read and been around too many Straussian types. I sometimes obsess over seemingly innocuous phrases. And that’s what happened when I ran across this bit in a (terribly written) feature on Mike McClure:
While with The Great Divide Mike found himself with some songs that he felt did not fit the band’s sound. Mike explained, “I just wanted to go into the studio and knock them out myself just to see what came of
It’s too cool to hear from a friend that some students have resurrected a little conservative tabloid that I started back in the day (in college) and that sort of withered after I left. They’ve even kept the original name. Heh.
I remember that we largely produced the thing on a 386-16 Mhz machine and a laser printer, and then did lots of stuff by hand to get it ready for the newsprint company. There was no accompanying website
The Texans are having an atrocious evening.
No big surprise there.
But the good news is, I’m able to listen to the Cowboys on the Beaumont AM station.
Who knows if it will still come in on Sunday afternoons (when most games are played, when you suck as badly as Dallas and Monday Night Football doesn’t want you very often), but it’s gotta be a hopeful sign that the reception is good this evening.
And the Cowboys are having