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http://www.borderlandbeat.com/ Another site that has some of the latest information on cartel activity.

There's not enough PPE or hazmat uniforms anywhere that could make removal of said carpet safe. Chernobyl/Three Mile Island would have been less hazardous. That said, VIP was a true bar that was always on the annual White Trash Pub Crawl and never disappointed.

Our hearts ache with yours Sbbruin. The last day spent with Zeke saw him getting his own smoked tenderloin, hugs, belly rubs, and constant reminders of just how thankful we both were for the joy he brought into our lives. May your last moments spent with Crosby be filled with the memories you have shared together and knowing you have given him a great life and will one day be reunited with him.

Here is a link that explains the change: https://www.msn.com/en-us/foodanddrink/foodnews/in-fort-worth-a-new-combo-el-rancho-grande-changes-hands-will-it-keep-the-chips/ar-BB19hbiW

Rocky and Bella sending good thoughts to all of you. Come on Crosby.

We got our 2nd Pfizer shot on Saturday with no side effects. Texas Health in Bedford ran the smoothest operation I have ever seen.

Moe's is legit home cooking like West Side. Prices are 1980's style and the CFS is equal to the Massey's version when they owned the best CFS in cowtown title every year.

Had to have been AWFUL-but still one of the best Homer Call of the Week winners on the Ticket.

1965 vs Arky-started 4-0 and lost 27-24 when Jon Brittenum could always find Bobby Crockett open. Lost 3 out of 4 to the private SWC schools but beat ATM to end the season 6-4. Watched the game with my best friend who was a huge Arky fan and wanted to serve him a Drano cocktail after the game ended. He moved to San Antonio in '68 and robbed me of payback when the '69 game ended in our favor. 1964 vs Arky-a missed 2 pt conversion prevented a 2nd straight shot at a NC. Settled for beating Namath and Bammer in the Orange Bowl. 1978 vs ND Cotton Bowl-six straight weeks ranked #1 and were never in this game. 1984 vs Georgia Cotton Bowl-considered joining the Peace Corps as repenting since I was sure God hated me. Got drunk instead and barked at the moon. 2001 vs Colorado Big 12 title game-was watching this while at a party and was asked to leave when my language got a little too colorful for the host. 2008 Tech, 2010 Bama NC, everything in between with a few exceptions regarding OU from 2010-2020.

In the early 60's, when I visited my aunt & uncle in Nocona, I remember making that long drive to WF to secure adult beverages because Montague county was dry. The only decent reason for going to WF used to be to watch Rider and WF in their annual grudge match. Patterson will hopefully get what he deserves and be buried under the courthouse.

Until January 23rd, I worked two blocks north of here and loved El Rancho Grande's chips and salsa. Gonna have to venture back to the Northside when the snow melts and give this place some business.

Always amazes me that my canine kids will roll around in snow in the winter, cow shit on a ranch in summer, and swim in tanks that could be described as petrie dishes.

I heard in a meeting one time that it's good the program is called Alcoholics Anonymous-otherwise, Assholes Anonymous would have been the second choice.

Yeah, that's not a problem 'cause they drive friendly in Texas. . . . . . .🤪

123 has 73 inside and a fireplace roaring. Stay warm 107, my former location along with 110.

You and I will be riding the express train to hell together!

I worked two miles west of this area between Northside Drive and NE 28th. I retired on January 29th and am thankful I no longer have to drive in these conditions. Prayers for the families who lost loved ones in this horrible disaster.

Well damittall!! Haven't been to Dart Bowl since the opener in 2019 and am sad to hear of it's demise. Good luck on perfecting that out of this world enchilada recipe.

Glad they are running to the solution instead of away from their problems, my former solution. Not that I ran anywhere prior to getting to AA unless you call driving like a bat out of hell to get to the package store on Saturday night at 8:55pm to be sure I had enough booze to make it through Sunday.

Is there anything better than a boy and his dog? Well, and his device😀. Charlie had a great life and having a neighbor like you Buzzrock helped make it better. Good dog Charlie!! Say hello to Zeke, Bailey, Callie, Magic, Rusty, Rip, and all of the other dogs who made my life sweeter.

Obviously a pre-Ticket reference. Otherwise, he would have mentioned lived on the same street as Blue from the Grove.

We got two new puppies, Bella and Rocky. They are a brother and sister duo, 4 years old, maltipoo. Unfortunately, their dad is a tech tard and will have to figure out how to imbed pictures here.

Most hearty congratulations for your five years sober.

My sleep comfort number is 34DD.

Yesterday was a day filled with the entire emotional spectrum. We received our new puppies and the joy they brought us from the first time we saw them filled our hearts. Watching the brother and sister run around the yard playing put smiles on both of our faces. To know they will be our responsibility gives us both a sense of responsibility and purpose which being a good pet owner should have. Both of us have long term sobriety and they will never see us drunk nor want for anything in terms of their care. About an hour later, my daughter in law in California called and was crying hysterically. She was able to tell me that my son Clark was gone. I asked her what she meant, and the replied "He is dead. I can't wake him up, he is cold and not breathing. I called 911 and they are coming." Clark has been an addict since a teenager, been in treatment several times, and had never been able to overcome his clinically diagnosed depression. For the last six months he has been abusing nitrous oxide and slipping deeper and deeper into the abyss. His wife had to leave the house Friday night because he was off the rails and abusing her emotionally. When she returned on Saturday, he had died. This morning through my tears, I chaired the 7am zoom meeting for my group. I spent the better part of yesterday calling members of my group and telling him my son had died because without help, it is too much for us. God provided His angels yesterday through the phone and this morning at the meeting. Though my heart is broken, it shall be mended by the process of living life one day at a time, practicing the principles of recovery, and helping another alcoholic who is seeking a way out from under. I have learned that rather than drinking or doing other things to change my feelings, I can feel them instead, even when I wish I didn't have to. Clark is no longer suffering and is free from the bondage that kept him in pain for so long. The last words we said to each other this past Wednesday were "I love you and can't wait to see you again." Soon and very soon, this to shall be. One day at a time, very soon.