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Here's your sign.

But not the space lasers MTG sez are good on illegal aliens.

Fits right in with Johnson County.

I have a reunion coming up in Corpus shortly and I am going to this location. That picture sez come to butthead!!

Sorry to hear about your mother in law. Enjoy the Canadian fall-it is spectacular in every sense of the word.

From '72-75, my college room mate (a Rider grad) went to Memorial Stadium to watch the November bloodbath between Old High and Rider. This was preceded by a visit to the Pioneer which resulted in a double win three years in a row for food and football. The best thing about WF when I lived in dry Nocona was that 48 mile drive to the package store to fill orders for my relatives and myself. Other than that, WF was never worth a visit.

This commitment adds to the offensive arsenal. Gotta get some defensive tackles somehow to round out this class.

Thanks for this suggestion. I'm going to give this a try.

Second the love for Burnt Bean. The best man in our wedding who lives in Colorado comes down every fall and we make a bbq run, which included this place and it was worth the drive.

Happy birthday Harvey. Those expressions tell you all you need to know about this fine boy.

And to think you were less than 5 miles away from Goldee's on Dick Price road in Kennedale. Hope that is where you went after dumping this boiled crap.

Growing up in Corpus there was a local Roy's bbq stand just across from my high school. At least three times a week, we would cross Staples street and get 5 chopped1 beef sammiches for $1 at lunch. I thought it was one of the four food groups and still from '68-70 it truly hit the spot. Sidenote: my HS track coach (James Blackwood) who later was Cleburne Price's assistant at Texas would often pay for my lunch if I brought him a sack of those.

Ready for the Terry Black BBQ store that is being built on 7th street here in Fort Worth to open. Hope they can produce quality like this picture shows.

Let me know when and the coffee paid for.

Went to visit my 84 year old best friend in recovery at a rehab facility (physical therapy) on Friday. He has been hospitalized 5 times in the last two months with congestive heart failure and other maladies. The wife and I have been friends with both he and his wife who is also in recovery for over 25 years. When I walked into the room, his wife, son, and daughter in law were there and we had a good visit. Then he told me he had some bad news-the doctors said they have done all they can do for him and recommended he return home for hospice care. I left there and sat in the parking lot for ten minutes weeping and letting the feelings and emotions flow. When I finally could see clearly, I drove to my home group where the step speaker was finishing up 10-12. Before the meeting, I spoke to her and as I returned to my seat, made eye contact with a former employee I hadn't seen in three years since retirement. He said how glad he was to see me and to know I was a member of the group. I asked how many days he had and he replied three. I then asked when he figured out he needed help, he said three days ago! After the meeting ended, we embraced, I gave him my phone number, and told him I was available 24-7 for anything he needed help with in the program. When I told my friend on Saturday about this, he smiled and said that is how we keep our miracle by carrying the message to those who still suffer. I have watched him do this and gone with him on several 12 step calls throughout my sobriety. He then said keep doing what we do and you and I will have much to discuss when we meet in heaven. There are no words to describe how much I love my friend and how grateful I am that God saw fit to put us together in a program that works as long as we work it. I agreed to officiate his funeral at his request and told him what an honor it would be. In the meantime, I plan on spending as much time as possible going to meetings, visiting with him at his bedside, and living sober one day at a time.