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Fight!

My only game experience in Fayetteville was with LHB back in '85-the game where we field goaled them to death. Inside the stadium was just fine and there were no issues after we had been told horror stories from the '81 game up there where we got blown out. However, we stayed in Ft. Smith on Friday night, and on the drive in on game day, our 8 bus caravan was routinely flicked off by anyone and everyone including old ladies milling around their church parking lots. All in all not too bad. '87 Little rock was when the whiskey bottles started to fly. Good luck to all our Surly travelers. Night game should be lit in more ways than one.

Back when he still had his store on the drag in the mid 70's, when DKR was still coach, my mom would take my brother and I there to get some UT stuff in preparation for going to a game. My folks were never too interested in football, but my dad's younger sister was dating some big whig at KIKK radio down in Houston who was an Arkansas grad. Super nice guy who somehow always had great west side tickets right in the middle of the blue hairs. Mom would always take us there the week of the Arkansas games to get us set up. That set up petered out in the late 70's even though my aunt still dated they guy, but man that was fun, especially after my brother and I started playing in the middle school band. We were so in awe of LHB. The year after Earl's Heisman, mom got us set with two team autographed footballs from Roosters, that was the '78 team. I remember that I secretly,not so secretly added my autograph somewhere in the middle of the signatures and I would pretend I was on the team. Still have the football. Somewhere back in my memory, I think I met Rooster on one of those first trips back in the mid 70's. I don't think my mom had any idea who he was. Later, when I was in school, and after Rooster had moved his campus store north, I went into the store to get some running shorts and was helped by a good looking gal that I was trying to chat up. I had planned on some suave moves at the register, but Rooster butted in and took over the payment. Rooster was so nice and friendly, but I still gave him the Tommy Lee Jones look as much a guy who was 6' tall could, to an old man who was 4'-11". I really had to stoop and get those eyeballs up. He had a shit eating grin on his face like he knew what I was doing the whole time. I made it back to his store only one other time and that was to get me a pair of the first generation Nike AIR MAX running shoes. No Rooster on that final time. I'm not sure when he moved his campus store, but by the looks of it is was in the early 80's. Funny how that move coincided with what would be the end of a dominant era in Texas football. By 1985 the football program was sagging, the Texas economy was in the tank and would be for another decade, much of the University could have used some upgrades, and it was very obvious to me, at the time, that UT was laving on its past glories. Epilogue: Ended up making the LHB, played '85-'88 , and watched a lot of shitty football.

Crow really killed that song, really brought back that Tom Jones feel. Also, The World is Not Enough-underrated. Also, as long as we are ranking: 1. Thunderball , 1a. Casino Royale (You Know My Name) . I like the Bond themes with powerful vocals like above, seems to fit better than instrumentals or love songs. From The Spy Who Loved Me (1977) all the way up to Goldeneye (1995), there were some real clunkers in there.

Here we are on a Tuesday after the season opener and we are talking about match ups, line play, technique, nuance, improvement areas, upside, details, and momentum. Feels pretty damn good because we could be talking about really stupid penalties, a loss that could have been a win, dumb coaching, lack of adjustments, injuries, bare cupboards, unpreparedness, turtles, and next year.

Ah, the Zoolander effect.

6 piers for an art installation which is also made of cast in place concrete. 24" diameter. 17' depth w/ 1' rock penetration. Possible casing needed, although not seen on Geotechnical. Job is next to a lake in Central Dallas . Quick pay, easy money.

Concrete scheduling is difficult right now. I'm on a job right now and it looks like I am going to need to move back my pour date due to plumber and GC incompetence. I have not called my Ready Mix co yet but I am expecting at least 3 weeks later, if I'm lucky. PS. It is a large pour ~1,000 cuyds, but still. Prices are not too bad though, typical 5% annual bump. Rebar has gone up. I have a job up in Dallas and I can't even get a pier drilling company to call me back.

2007-2009 were above normal.

If I remember correctly, that weekend there was supposed to a mild cool front that was supposed to blow through and drop us to under a high of 100. The front fizzled out and the dry air made it in and we turned thing up to 11 with a high of 112. Then the fires. In Oak Hill area I climbed up on my roof and I see all three fires burning that day. Bastrop looked more like a huge thunderstorm. It felt like the end of the world. I remember thinking what a delicate balancing act nature was in and that it was amazing that this was all from just a few months without any real rain.

Ballgame.

I am still worried. Today the weather was nice relatively speaking. Most are grateful and the home damage wasn't too bad. Everyone still has food, water, and a recharged cell battery. We will see how things are in a week when supplies get short and they are running out of places to shit.

Imagine that.

More like WF is deep in the Garden District and Family Dollar is in the Theft District. Kiddo has a hot spot, working on some pictures to get this thread back on target.

More details on the looting from my kid and his "sources": Family Dollar at MLK and S. Claiborne got hit. Whole Foods is being protected by Army National Guard. LOL. No word on the Food King.

..or so the Germans would have us believe.

Not sure about right now. In general he feels pretty good. He is a mere nine blocks from St. Charles and his street has seen some remodeling and development. I was there two years ago and I met all the neighbors, who were pretty much working class lower middle class. One of his neighbors was murdered a couple of months ago, but that was a domestic family dispute and the trigger man is still on the run-not drug related. CC gets worse once you cross S. Claiborne/90 from my recollection.

OK. Got a report from my son: He is fine and his house seems to have survived without a scratch (Central City area-roughly intersection of Freret and Jackson). Neighbors have some minor damage. Cars are good and filled with gas, so he has that option if roads ever open up. His GF is in Chicago right now but has been able to text with some spotty coverage and she has been relaying info to us in Austin. Texting has been in and out. He also reports that looting is, in fact, already getting bad. See my post above about how this might go.

That does seem like a long time. Seems like we are going to have a Katrina like humanitarian event. The same, only different. Better, but worse.

Not a lot of man on the street stuff coming out of the city. News coverage is on repeat since crews can't get to areas of the city blocked by power lines and debris. Speaking of charities, my son has recently been feeding musicians, other hospitality people, and various homeless type freeloaders hit hard by Covid and benefits running out. He basically sets up at Trumpet Mafia concerts and events with some food and drink and does the barbque thing or preps at his house and then serves. He is a musician and has not set up any kind of charity for tax purposes so he has been doing this out of his own pocket against my advice, since he himself is struggling even before this. He has been getting his crypto mining set up with the help of some sweet govt loan he got but has been sending up the warning signals that that $ is running out, hence my advice to hold off on the charity, get things up and running, and then dole out some charity $. He insists that the community needs him right now and refuses to wait. He gets this from my ex wife who was a bit bat shit, but also was a ridiculously frustratingly charitable person. Most of his work is centered around the Trumpet Mafia group concerts and events. Not sure of their status. Once I get things figured out, I might enlist the Surly Mafia to see if we can get him legit and get some $ flowing. Just streaming unfiltered thoughts right now to pass the time, so take it with a grain of salt or whatever the saying is.

I would imagine Grand Isle looks like the Bolivar peninsula after Ike.

About 9pm. He's ok. No word on damage. Not sure how he is going to deal with the situation. Can't stay and can't leave just yet. Frustrating.

Concur. The light of day will reveal mother nature's new and devilishly clever work around.

Clearly, it has been a long day. For some us more than others.