On To Romeoville

Romeoville? Yep. I’m in Romeoville. Tomorrow I’ll see if there’s a Julietville.

(My daughter just informed me that Joliet used to be called Juliet.)

Spent last night in St. Louis, and had the only mediocre Indian food I’ve ever had. Previously, Indian food was like a cross between religion and sex. Surprising and delightful.

This was Luby’s cafeteria quality. And the waiters were surly and slow. I’m pretty sure I won’t go back to St. Louis again, and damn sure I’ll never go back to that restaurant.

Then, across and up Illinois to Romeoville, which is a suburb of Chicago, I think.

South of Chicago, the state is pretty much unoccupied. And, unlike Chicago, pretty redneck. I saw a bunch of “America First” and Trump signs… not sure what for. It’s like he and his followers still can’t believe he actually successfully stole the election.

I’m still not used to the trees turning colors… wondering if there’s something wrong with them. Are they ok?

As I approached Peoria (singing B.B. King: “she said she gonna leave me in Peoria Illinois…) the traffic got thick and dangerous. Going the speed limit just pissed ’em off.

And, for the 4th day in a row, as the sun started to go down a greasy drizzle pizzled on my 4runner, streaking the windshield and making the road slick.

Could be a sign.

Tomorrow, Chicago.

(Don’t) Meet Me In St. Louis, Louie

I got to Tulsa way after dark last night…  Hey Tulsa, turn on the damn street light.  It was dark and rainy, and the hotel was hidden two blocks off the street.

This morning I woke up to a sunny day and looked around Tulsa.

Tulsa is Dallas, is North Austin, is Houston, etc.  Same ol’ big box stores, chains, chain restaurants…

Had breakfast at a Hungry Bear, which is a chain I’d never heard of… pretty good breakfast, great service. Then, on the road. Continue reading “(Don’t) Meet Me In St. Louis, Louie”

Tulsa Time

Left Snyder- cranked out cowboys in hopped up dodge pickups.  Oil country.  Cotton.

Toll roads all the way to Tulsa.  Fall in Oklahoma. No dust bowl here- trees turning red, yellow, orange… and the dirt really is red.

Construction.  Rain.  Driving in Tulsa is like driving in Dallas.

Finally found the motel… two blocks off the main drag.

Deep breath.  Exhale.

 

Terlingua to Snyder

We drug our feet leaving Terlingua…  we don’t want to leave.

On the porch we hugged. LaRoja told me, “we’ll get through this together.”

The drive to Fort Stockton was gorgeous. Turquoise skies, puffy clouds, cool and sunny… the irony that weather cleared up after over a week of rain on the very day I leave is not lost on me.

From Stockton to Monahans was a little less fun.  Oil field country.  Cranked out punks with semi trucks and a bad attitude.

From Monahans to Snyder was hell. I-20 is riddled with construction, and as dangerous as the Stockton to Monahans leg of the journey but with 10 times more traffic. I can’t imagine why anybody would be in a hurry to get to Odessa, Texas, but I huddled the right side of the road going the speed limit (75) while jacked-up pickups and semis tail gated each other, cut each other off… Continue reading “Terlingua to Snyder”

Winter Walkabout

I’ll be leaving tomorrow for Chicago.

For now, let’s call it a Winter Walkabout.

Earlier this summer I went on a walkabout:  Arkansas, Tennessee, Kentucky, 3 weeks in Chicago, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and back.

I had to go to Chicago for family stuff, and when it came time to go home I discovered I was near the top of the map and had never seen that part of the country.

It was an adventure. Utah won, with its amazing natural scenery, but everywhere I travelled had a story and a vibe.

Now, I’m going back again for more family stuff. Continue reading “Winter Walkabout”

A Portable Lifestyle?

(I’m just going to put this out there because it will make me actually get off my ass and do this thing. feel free to rag me about it.)

To quote Billy Joel, “You may be right. I may be crazy.” But, like Willie Nelson said, “If you ain’t a little bit crazy there’s something wrong with you.”

I’m probably not irretrievably out where the buses don’t run, but I am in the mood for some changes. I just kinda looked up and most of my friends have taken dead or are absent. Stuff that used to matter a lot doesn’t any more and it may be getting towards that time where if I’m gonna check off any more items on my bucket list I’d best get to moving.

As far as I know, I’m in good health. But, I do notice that I see obits for people who have moved on that are younger than I am- and nobody’s saying they died tragically young. Not being morbid, here, just looking at it. Continue reading “A Portable Lifestyle?”

Catfish needs a car

Let’s get Catfish mobile!

Your donation will be processed by Terlingua Cares, which operates under the Umbrella of the Big Bend Citizen’s Alliance which is a 501.c.3 non profit organization.

Terlingua Cares will then turn the money over to Marcos Paredes, who will work with Catfish to acquire transportation.




 

 

Slim Fest 2018 – Terlingua –

Carolyn Wonderland, Guy Forsyth, Jitterbug Vipers, Alan Munde, Dana Louise and the Glorious Birds, Amy Sue Berlin, Jacob Jaeger and a cast of hundreds gathered at the Starlight Theatre in Terlingua, Texas, for Slim Fest 2018.

What’s a “Slim Fest?”

Let’s start with Slim.

Here’s a link to Slim’s Wikipedia page where you can get the dry facts. (click here)

David Michael (Slim) Richie was the most dangerous guitar player in Texas. He lived with his sweetie, Francie Meaux Jeaux, in a creative house in Rolling Oaks, outside of Wimberley, Tx.

A little over 20 years ago, I was “invited” to Slim’s birthday party.  By invited, I mean that a buddy of mine who knew Slim from the Kerrville Folk Festival told me that the party was happening and how to get there. I had met Slim at KFF, but only superficially. I crashed the party.

The Jitterbug Vipers at Slimfest
The Jitterbug Vipers at Slim Fest

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Boquillas Christmas – Santa Needs Your Help. 2017.

   Christmas in Boquillas – A Most Wonderful Holiday Tradition

Santa delivers toys to the children of Boquillas
Santa delivers toys to the children of Boquillas

For the last 13 years, long-time Terlingua resident Marcos Paredes has taken food and presents to the children of Boquillas on Christmas Day. Marcos and some of his friends and neighbors have bought presents for the children plus turkeys and hams for their families, and delivered them personally.

Christmas in Boquillas
Christmas in Boquillas

This is a wonderful tradition. For it to continue, we need to pitch in.

 




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