<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806</id><updated>2011-12-13T21:59:31.195-06:00</updated><category term='Weather'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='Eats'/><category term='International Travel'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Football'/><title type='text'>TexasBob.com Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A companion blog to the infamous TexasBob.com website</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-2010817746409477210</id><published>2010-06-06T08:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:32:39.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...just practicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TAutZzQN77I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vU9nrrmkeYI/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479664030392905650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TAutZzQN77I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vU9nrrmkeYI/s400/blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not blogged since my trip to Finland in February (not the best month to visit Finland) and my past blogs for the most part were documenting my foreign travel. Now, as my retirement approaches, my blog will take on a different slant. My hope is not to get in a heavier air flying machine anytime soon. It has been my experience that Singapore is a great placed to visit but 28 hours in an airplane seat is just too much. I was fortunate enough to be a in a larger business class seat and it was torture. Coach has to be the equivalent to “water boarding” and everyone on the plane is paying for the privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My retirement travel plans will for the most part be on wheeled ground based vehicles, sleeping in my own sheets, and will rarely take me out of the state of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this I’m sitting in that exotic destination of Ranger, Texas. Ranger was a Texas Ranger camp in the late 19th century, an oil boom town in 1917 (the oil boom that won WW1), the home of the 3rd oldest airport in Texas and now is a sleepy little town on I-20 with less than 2500 residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the RV park right next to the T&amp;amp;P railroad track. Yes it does have about 15 trains a day and they do blow their horn as the train approaches. Did it keep me awake last night? No, it lulled me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 days until I retire. I’m just out here practicing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-2010817746409477210?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/2010817746409477210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=2010817746409477210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2010817746409477210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2010817746409477210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-practicing.html' title='...just practicing'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TAutZzQN77I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vU9nrrmkeYI/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1285571904214976290</id><published>2010-02-10T08:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:43:53.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finland in February - Ice Station Zebra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBjbc5FghI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LvtV8Yu9SgA/s1600/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526026066046845458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBjbc5FghI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LvtV8Yu9SgA/s400/IMG_0958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We managed to leave Bush International at 4:25 PM on Monday just ahead of a cold front. The first third of the 9.5 hour flight to Schiphol (Amsterdam) was pretty rough even at 30,000 feet. We had a two hour layover at Schiphol before boarding a flight to Helsinki, Finland. As far as I know the flight to Helsinki was uneventful. I slept during the entire 2 hour and 15 minute flight. At Helsinki we had a 4 hour layover. Then we boarded a bus that took us out to a small commuter prop plane. This was my first introduction to Finland in February. For some reason I was the last one off the bus and consequently the last one on the plane. As the 40 plus people slowly climbed the stairs, selected a seat wedged their carryon luggage into small overhead compartment (I had a 1968 Chevy with a glove box bigger than those overheads), and then wedge themselves into the little seats, I stood on the tarmac at the end of the line in sub freezing weather. It was cold. The flight to Pori, Finland was a short 45 minutes. We landed in Pori on Tuesday at 6:35 PM Pori Time, 10:35 AM Texas time. Total travel time 18 hours and 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;When we landed in Pori, or course I was the last one off the plane. As I walked to the terminal building I noticed that another passenger had turned around and was taking a picture of the plane with his cell phone. I turned around and saw the photo opportunity. This picture reminded of the old 1968 movie “Ice Station Zebra” staring Rock Hudson. Of course this was when we had a “Don't ask, Don't want to know” policy…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1285571904214976290?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1285571904214976290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1285571904214976290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1285571904214976290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1285571904214976290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2010/02/finland-in-february-ice-station-zebra.html' title='Finland in February - Ice Station Zebra'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBjbc5FghI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LvtV8Yu9SgA/s72-c/IMG_0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7863830609522214958</id><published>2009-10-10T07:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:52:12.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Through Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526027785962481042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBk_kE7ZZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KKONuSrfd5c/s400/20091017_46.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I just spent a couple of days in The Netherlands, not much to say about that. I stayed at the Holiday Inn in Leiden. Leiden is a nice medium size town with a windmill museum and some wonderful restaurants. However this is a working trip and every night my colleague and I stop in the Hotel Bar and ate a cheese burger, the best I’ve ever had on the continent, went to our rooms and promptly began writing reports until about 18:00 then went to bed, got up and started over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day we were there we were in Delft , NL. At the end of the session, about 15:00, we raced back to the hotel in Leiden to pick up our luggage and then on to Schiphol Airport. We confused the cab driver a bit when he asked, “Which airline” and we told “none, drop us off at the train station.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that they actually have a special lounge for first class train customers to wait on the train in? I didn’t either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 18:45 we boarded a bullet train for Paris. I was a very nice experience, lots of room and it had a WiFi internet connection on the train that was free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was about 4 hours long. I think it would have been better in the daylight. The only bad part of the train trip was a group of 5 drunken Americans who were very obnoxious. The term “Ugly American” came to have a real meaning for me. On top of that their train tickets were all messed up. After the very good train staff helped them with their tickets they had to move to another car. One French woman comment to me, “I know all Americans are not like that.” I thanked her for that observation and apologized for my fellow Americans. Soon my car was full because everyone was move out of the car with the drunks moved into my car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the Paris Nord Station about 23:45. As I was loading my bags into a cab one of the Drunks spotted me yelled as if he knew me, “We made it!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss and 1 Euro is worth $1.47.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7863830609522214958?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7863830609522214958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7863830609522214958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7863830609522214958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7863830609522214958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/10/passing-through-holland.html' title='Passing Through Holland'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBk_kE7ZZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KKONuSrfd5c/s72-c/20091017_46.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-3681691756045142264</id><published>2009-10-07T12:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:55:12.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>The Greening of Aberdeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBmCuKpopI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1wj98tgXPaY/s1600/20091017_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBmCuKpopI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1wj98tgXPaY/s400/20091017_11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526028939722072722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday evening in Aberdeen I had a little walk about. That’s when I found the neighborhood store to get my junk food dinner (&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/2009/10/my-last-meal-in-aberdeen-uk.html"&gt;see below&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of other stuff too. One of the more interesting things about Aberdeen are the houses. Most private residents are constructed with granite. There are even streets paved with granite. Why? Because It is readily available and very strong. I’ve been told by the locals that the gray color on most of the buildings and some streets around town with only a few hours of sunlight in winter and what sunshine is available reflecting off gray, gray and more gray is somewhat depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aberdeen and the rest of the United Kingdom are also getting very green. They already have small uncomfortable fuel efficient cars but now you see solar panels, water saving bathroom fixtures, and passive heating systems. The office building we visited was new and had many energy efficient aspects designed into the building. The building has room for 900 workers and only 300 space in the parking lot. Most workers ride the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an outsider looking in I think I discovered a energy source that the Aberdeenians are missing. I think that in each of those granite houses there is enough NORM* in the granite blocks to light up the house and it's inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.epa.gov/rpdweb00/tenorm/granite-countertops.html"&gt;Naturally Occurring Radioactive Material&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-3681691756045142264?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/3681691756045142264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=3681691756045142264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3681691756045142264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3681691756045142264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/10/energy-source-break-through.html' title='The Greening of Aberdeen'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBmCuKpopI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1wj98tgXPaY/s72-c/20091017_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1414512795990814078</id><published>2009-10-06T14:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:57:17.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>My last meal in Aberdeen, UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBmj4eMG8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/hPhas9sdtXk/s1600/20091017_26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526029509424061378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBmj4eMG8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/hPhas9sdtXk/s400/20091017_26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone can eat the local fare and I have tried a few things. Last night I had a British staple, Fish &amp;amp; Chips with mushy peas. I’ve passed on the haggis and blood pudding. I have discovered that there is a much larger selection of “chips” or crisps as they call them here. They have plain potato “crisp” although they are not too easy to find but for lunch I had broasted chicken flavored crisps. They also have Doritos with all kinds of pepper flavoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk just before sundown and came upon a small neighborhood market and decided to select local junk food for dinner. Here are my selections. 1) Diet Coke, bottle in Scotland, 2) a snicker bar, packaged in Edinburgh,3) a chicken salad sandwich, made by the in store staff, but my greatest find was 4) Kettle chips with Sea Salt and Crushed Peppercorns. Mmmmmmmmmmm---Good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1414512795990814078?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1414512795990814078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1414512795990814078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1414512795990814078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1414512795990814078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-last-meal-in-aberdeen-uk.html' title='My last meal in Aberdeen, UK'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBmj4eMG8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/hPhas9sdtXk/s72-c/20091017_26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1304734039935157541</id><published>2009-10-06T13:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:54:25.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Tree Top Hilton – Aberdeen, UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBz5BOeyqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/thDVN7oAhiM/s1600/aberdeen-006-733636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526044166202509986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBz5BOeyqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/thDVN7oAhiM/s400/aberdeen-006-733636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBznftGPFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NTFXKsx_XW4/s1600/aberdeen-024-773044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526043865146342482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBznftGPFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NTFXKsx_XW4/s400/aberdeen-024-773044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the people that work at this hotel, there nice and attentive to your needs and always smile but if I ever come back I think I’ll stay somewhere else. I stayed here about three years ago and it was my first trip to Aberdeen and it was a charming place but now it’s just old. I think it must have been a private mansion at one time and then it was converted to a hotel and rooms were added and added and added. There are long dark halls, fire doors and fire extinguishers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday afternoon they have fire drills. Do they know something I don’t? Yes I think it is a fire trap. I’ll be leaving in the morning. Yes, I’ll miss Clara the desk clerk, Edwardo, the bellman and Anyah the Russian waitress in the restaurant, but I shall not return. I look forward a few modern conveniences like a shower bigger than my travel trailer shower. There are two things that I will not be able to find in hotel this side of the Atlantic and it’s a common problem. That is ice and A/C. The A/C is not necessary in Aberdeen and ice? I guess when you have two seasons, winter and July ice is the last thing you want to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1304734039935157541?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www1.hilton.com/en_US/hi/hotel/ABZTTHN-Hilton-Aberdeen-Treetops-hotel/index.do;jsessionid=198DD04D12334F829059448412050E67.etc64?xch=499106371,ODFUPUZIMSZLUCSGBJN222Q' title='Tree Top Hilton – Aberdeen, UK'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1304734039935157541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1304734039935157541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1304734039935157541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1304734039935157541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/10/tree-top-hilton-aberdeen-uk.html' title='Tree Top Hilton – Aberdeen, UK'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBz5BOeyqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/thDVN7oAhiM/s72-c/aberdeen-006-733636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-6065278495624780633</id><published>2009-10-04T08:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:18:07.902-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Lament of a Business Traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBraDtJLBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9zXaDrCE_Xg/s1600/003-722011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526034838199020562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBraDtJLBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9zXaDrCE_Xg/s400/003-722011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always arrive early at the airport. I don’t want a 9 car pileup on the Katy freeway ruin a trip that took months just to plan the logistics alone. Upon arrival I learn that my flight to London Heathrow airport had been delayed by 40 minutes. That’s OK, I have a two hour layover before my plane leaves leaves London for Aberdeen and a 10 hour flight can easily make up an hour. We finally get a board and we wait, and wait, and wait. Then the captain comes on and says, “Houston, we have a problem”. We have a hydraulic pump not running and normally with multiple redundancies that would be OK, but one of the backup pumps is not running either. So we wait some more. Later comes on and says “we’re ready to go”. Then we get in the 9 plane traffic jam getting to a suitable runway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On many flights there is a video screen that tracks the plane progress, altitude, speed, and estimated time of arrival. As woke up from my 3 hours nap that is supposed to represent my Saturday night’s sleep and it's was obvious that we have made up little or no time. I checked the itinerary and deduced that we had 1 hour from touchdown to takeoff on the next flight. Sounds like a lot of time but as aliens entering a foreign country we had to go through the British Passport control and another security check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly at this major international airport the plane stopped and they drove a stairway up to this jumbo jet and off loaded us onto busses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rush through customs, immigration and security has its own peril. Last month when I was is Singapore I was in a rush trying to catch up with my group and got hung up because I could not remember the Hotel I was staying in. My secret weapon, smile a lot. We made it to a Aberdeen plane just before they shut the door, sat down and waited for a half an hour on the tarmac.&lt;br /&gt;We did make to the Aberdeen Hilton just in time to find out our rooms were not ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone wants to know what I saw in London, it wasn’t Big Ben or Buckingham Palace. All I saw was the inside of this bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-6065278495624780633?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/6065278495624780633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=6065278495624780633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/6065278495624780633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/6065278495624780633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/10/lament-of-business-traveler.html' title='Lament of a Business Traveler'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBraDtJLBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9zXaDrCE_Xg/s72-c/003-722011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-6664433076499642341</id><published>2009-09-17T03:44:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:56:40.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Singapore Flyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB0ghoZn3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/NQYqSGMhFK0/s1600/Flyer-006-788005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526044844916055922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB0ghoZn3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/NQYqSGMhFK0/s400/Flyer-006-788005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/uploaded_images/Flyer-006-778672.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singapore is a beautiful city/state. I’ve been to other far eastern countries and my 6’3” large frame stood out among the Asian people. Singapore is Asian but it is Indian, and British and many other nationalities so I don’t stand out too much until I open my mouth. It is an expensive city to live in but it is growing to max out its 275 square miles of land. It is a modern city. There are lots of new hotels, transportations and entertainment projects under construction. One that can’t be missed as you drive around is the Singapore Flyer, reported to be the world’s largest giant observation wheel. At 165 meters (541 feet) it is almost three times taller that the Texas Star in Dallas which stands at 65 meters (213 feet). When anything outside of Texas claims to be the “Biggest” anything I feel obligated to check it out. It was a mere 10 minute walk from my hotel so myself and two of my colleagues that convinced that this was important thing to do went along with me. As we approached the base of the wheel it was obvious that this was not the Farris wheel I first rode at the first goat roping and county fair that I went to as a young Texan. The cars had room for 30 people, or enough room for a dinner party of 20 and it was air conditioned. As near as I could tell (count) there were 25 cars. It was a slow ride. It was slow enough that you walked on the car and the wheel never stopped and about 30 minutes later you walked off. As you went around the wheel to could get a good view of the city, the harbor, the new hotels going up and the construct site for a new theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it truly bigger than the Texas Star? Maybe they made a mistake in converting meters to feet or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-6664433076499642341?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.singaporeflyer.com/' title='Singapore Flyer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/6664433076499642341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=6664433076499642341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/6664433076499642341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/6664433076499642341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/singapore-flyer.html' title='Singapore Flyer'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB0ghoZn3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/NQYqSGMhFK0/s72-c/Flyer-006-788005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-133647099983199438</id><published>2009-09-15T06:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:59:53.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>An Affront to the National Dish of Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB1JUf4AEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nsb24_bp7cw/s1600/007-718404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526045545765273666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB1JUf4AEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nsb24_bp7cw/s400/007-718404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight at the Singapore waterfront I was at the scene of a crime. It seems that the most popular seafood dish in Singapore is a crab the size of a dinner plate covered to what is reported to be chili. One of my colleagues and fellow Texan Bill of Plainview put forth the theory that the mud crabs smelled so bad that they had to something to cover it up to make it more palatable. To further support the “odor” theory the next crab that hit the table was the “Chili” crabs first cousin the “peppered” crab. It had so much pepper on it that it looked like it survived the Valdez oil spill only to be missed by the PETA wash crew.&lt;br /&gt;…and to top it all off! I got chili on the front of my shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-133647099983199438?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chilli_crab' title='An Affront to the National Dish of Texas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/133647099983199438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=133647099983199438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/133647099983199438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/133647099983199438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/affront-to-national-dish-of-texas.html' title='An Affront to the National Dish of Texas'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB1JUf4AEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nsb24_bp7cw/s72-c/007-718404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7405320020977315919</id><published>2009-09-13T19:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:01:23.380-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Singapore Airlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB1pOMW5PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6x6M71PKkpY/s1600/002-743434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB1pOMW5PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6x6M71PKkpY/s400/002-743434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526046093828613362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Houston at 6:00 PM and arrived at LAX about 8:00 PM California time. All that was left was the 18 hour leg to Singapore. As we boarded it was obvious to our group of seasoned travelers that this was a new Singapore Airline plane. I’m not sure what kind it was but it was big. The entire “ship” was business/first class and the seating was new to me. I basically had a “cube” to myself. All window seats were singles seats and the center had two seats in the “cube”. One of the struggles with international travel is the inability to get any sleep at all, but these seats made out into completely flat beds. These beds are not nearly as comfortable as your own bed at home but so much better than I’ve ever seen on a plane. (I’ve never been on Air Force One.) How much did I sleep in 18 hours? About 5 hours. But I did see the new Star Trek movie and 3 chick flicks. I enjoyed them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7405320020977315919?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.singaporeair.com' title='Singapore Airlines'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7405320020977315919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7405320020977315919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7405320020977315919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7405320020977315919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/singapore-airlines.html' title='Singapore Airlines'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB1pOMW5PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6x6M71PKkpY/s72-c/002-743434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1775110774592330419</id><published>2009-09-12T10:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:11:24.705-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>What did I forget?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/uploaded_images/pport-775830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/uploaded_images/pport-775803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s time to dust off the passport and hit the rode. When traveling around the US if you forget to pack your socks you can just go to Wal-Mart and pick some up but when traveling to Singapore you better have what you need. Of course they sell lots of stuff in Singapore but if you’re looking for a 2X Tall shirt there are not very many 2X or Tall folks there. Did I remember my cell charger? How about the adapter to the Singapore 220 volts outlet that is standard there? I’ll only be gone a week but the stuff I’m packing makes me think I’m packing for a month.&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving my house at 3:00 PM and I’ll spend 2 hours in the Houston airport, 3.5 hours in the air to LAX, 2 hours in LAX and 17.5 hours in the air to Singapore arriving at 5:35 AM Monday in Singapore. Total hours 23.&lt;br /&gt;Then I get to go to work. (Tuesday morning) What fun. I’m home sick already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1775110774592330419?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1775110774592330419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1775110774592330419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1775110774592330419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1775110774592330419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-did-i-forget.html' title='What did I forget?'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-4376173420370787231</id><published>2009-04-11T08:18:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:03:16.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Capitol of Texas Park - A Walk through the Birth of Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB2Fnjzr4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/qlIVOBml6TI/s1600/wc_blog1-707444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB2Fnjzr4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/qlIVOBml6TI/s400/wc_blog1-707444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526046581674192770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by West Columbia, Texas yesterday to check out the progress on that cities latest contribution to the conservation of Texas History. The citizens of West Columbia, the First Capital of the Republic of Texas, will be dedicating a new historical park at 2:00 PM next Saturday. (April 17th, 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there workers were putting the finishing touches on the landscaping and the stonemasons were installing the finishing touches on the 19 markers that take any visitor through a complete short course in the history of the early days of the Republic of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered what the first congress of the Republic of Texas actually accomplished in the early days of the republic? There is a marker in the park that tells you. This is what it said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ratified the constitution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appointed committees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Provided for protection from the Indians&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Provided for the army and the navy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Created the judicial branch &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Created the post office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Established a financial system&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adopted an office flag and seal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Defined the boundaries of the republic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I wish our government today was this efficient.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What part did the steam boat “Yellowstone” take in Texas History? There is a marker in the park that tells you the answer to that question and many more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more information about the dedication service and more go to this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasgems.org/park/"&gt;Capitol of Texas Park - A Walk through the Birth of Texas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course there are many other things to see and do in West Columbia. While I was there I visited the &lt;a href="http://www.thc.state.tx.us/hsites/hs_varner.aspx?Site=Varner"&gt;Varner–Hogg Mansion&lt;/a&gt; and I also stopped by the &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_sfaustin.html"&gt;Stephen F. Austin&lt;/a&gt; death site. There is also a replica of the &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_frst_capitol.html"&gt;first capitol building&lt;/a&gt; of the Republic of Texas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and there is more. While I was there I noticed that West Columbia has a history museum and I’ve never been there. That will have to be another day.&lt;br /&gt;TexasBob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-4376173420370787231?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasgems.org/park/' title='Capitol of Texas Park - A Walk through the Birth of Texas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/4376173420370787231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=4376173420370787231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4376173420370787231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4376173420370787231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/04/capitol-of-texas-park-walk-through.html' title='Capitol of Texas Park - A Walk through the Birth of Texas'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB2Fnjzr4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/qlIVOBml6TI/s72-c/wc_blog1-707444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7904326796800739455</id><published>2009-03-20T07:08:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:05:19.969-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Mission Galveston - My last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB2kge1InI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AhlzGOaYPK0/s1600/20090319_18-736116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB2kge1InI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AhlzGOaYPK0/s400/20090319_18-736116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526047112350212722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part of Mission Galveston is over. We got a lot done in the 4 houses that we worked in however they are not complete. Others coming in after us will do what they can do. There are still hundreds of homes that look fine on the outside but have no sheet rock on the walls. There are many sponsoring groups working in the Texas Gulf coast almost continuously since hurricane Rita. The group that we worked with was “&lt;a href="http://www.nehemiahsvision.com/Home.html"&gt;Nehemiah’s Vision&lt;/a&gt;”. This group was started in Vidor, Texas to help rebuild New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast after hurricane Katrina (2005). Just a few weeks later hurricane Rita ripped through Southeast Texas including Vidor and Western Louisiana. Then there was Gustav and Ike (2008) their work has never stopped. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I’m very sore. I used a lot of muscles I don’t normally use. I met and got to know a lot of people on my team. We worked all day, car pooled to the work sites and the entire team at our evening meal together. With distances and logistics our days started at 6:00 am and ended about 8:30 pm everyday so even blogging as been a challenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get the opportunity to do something like this, just do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7904326796800739455?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7904326796800739455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7904326796800739455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7904326796800739455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7904326796800739455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-galveston-my-last-day.html' title='Mission Galveston - My last day'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB2kge1InI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AhlzGOaYPK0/s72-c/20090319_18-736116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-2650758588467651835</id><published>2009-03-15T21:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:08:46.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Mission Galveston - Day Two - A day for all Ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB3DGmEPFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z-EBtgQdprY/s1600/grp_1-774356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB3DGmEPFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z-EBtgQdprY/s400/grp_1-774356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526047637977185362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was little different, we started the day with our partner church for Sunday morning services, had a great lunch and then it was on to our work places. As for my shower project we managed to install the shower surround and I learned an important lesson, liquid nails adhesive does not come off the skin without some pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One group I forgot to mention yesterday is what I call our “Shock Troops” Four young men and four young women ages 14 -18 work on “Special” projects. The four young men spent the first day moving lumber and supplies from a warehouse to the project houses all over Galveston County. The young women sorted and size the hundreds of pieces of donated clothing for redistribution. Today there was a blind woman whose FEMA benefits ran out on this very day. The Shock Troops moved all her furniture to another house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the children. They have fun no matter what. But if you need 2000 hotel size bottles of shampoo, bars of soap and a couple 100 tooth brushes sorted by type and size, bring in the kids. It becomes a game and it gets done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times when you go on a trip like this you learn new skills and this trip has been no different. Today I learned a new skill. How to operate the hotel waffle machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-2650758588467651835?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/2650758588467651835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=2650758588467651835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2650758588467651835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2650758588467651835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-galveston-day-two-day-for-all.html' title='Mission Galveston - Day Two - A day for all Ages'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB3DGmEPFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z-EBtgQdprY/s72-c/grp_1-774356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7429647001106749175</id><published>2009-03-14T21:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:11:19.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Mission Galveston - Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB3_osvQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/y_xnsxTf4QE/s1600/g_day1-778047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB3_osvQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/y_xnsxTf4QE/s400/g_day1-778047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526048677924127650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was naïve. I thought just about everybody was back to normal six months after Hurricane Ike. I thought that there would be a few small houses with some problems. What I found was whole subdivisions with an RV in the drive way to live in front of a house and a house that a few short months ago have several feet of water in them. Almost every house was in some stage of construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our group was divided into four groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group one loaded a large U-Haul truck to capacity with food stuff and clothing. All of which was donated by the folks at Tallowood Church as part of our Worship in Action. After it was all loaded it was delivered to the Galveston /Texas City Ministries. It was then unloaded and sorted by the same group that loaded the truck. There was a lot of stuff and they did not finish but will continue to work on it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group two was tasked to sheet rock a 1500 square foot house. This work will continue throughout the week. It is a very good crew but it will be hard to complete the sheetrock and tape and bed the joints in the time we have allotted to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group three has two houses adjacent to each other and there is a variety of projects. We are painting, putting down baseboards, cleaning windows, etc. You have probably heard of a house with 2 ½ baths. Well this house has a ½ bath. What I am working on is installing a shower stall in the completely non functioning bath room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group four feed all 40+ members of the other teams. They deliver lunch to each of the worksites and prepare and serve an evening meal at our partner church North Baptist Church – Texas City, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure I will be sore tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7429647001106749175?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7429647001106749175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7429647001106749175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7429647001106749175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7429647001106749175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-galveston_14.html' title='Mission Galveston - Day One'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB3_osvQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/y_xnsxTf4QE/s72-c/g_day1-778047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-2095081255778667141</id><published>2009-03-13T07:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:12:34.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Mission Galveston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB4SpMVCtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oCANcqr5KfM/s1600/ike-740055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB4SpMVCtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oCANcqr5KfM/s400/ike-740055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526049004474141394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months ago the Texas Gulf Coast was hit Hurricane Ike. Galveston County which consists of the city of Galveston on &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/texasparks/tp_galveston_sp.html"&gt;Galveston Island&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_bolivar_ferry.html"&gt;Port Bolivar&lt;/a&gt; peninsula and many small towns on the mainland were devastated. My own home, 50 miles inland received only minor damage and the inconvenience no power for a day.&lt;br /&gt;Galveston County has had major losses of infrastructure, schools, hospitals and jobs. Galveston was totally destroyed in 1900 and recovered. I believe they will recover again. While the government agency discuss and argue the fate of Galveston County its funding and rebuilding many are still without livable shelter&lt;br /&gt;I, my wife and 40 other members of &lt;a href="http://www.tallowood.com/"&gt;Tallowood Baptist Church &lt;/a&gt;are spending our Spring Break working on three houses in Seabrook, Texas. But it’s more than that. We are part of 1400 other volunteers “flooding” Galveston County this week as part of the Nehemiah Project to do whatever needs to be done to rebuild Galveston.&lt;br /&gt;During the coming days, if I’m physically able, I will blog about the activities of our group. Many of you know I primarily blog when I travel to faraway lands, or about Texas High School Football. This week I’m going to blog about 40 people praying, painting and hanging sheetrock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-2095081255778667141?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/2095081255778667141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=2095081255778667141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2095081255778667141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2095081255778667141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-galveston.html' title='Mission Galveston'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB4SpMVCtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oCANcqr5KfM/s72-c/ike-740055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-4947219127164728835</id><published>2008-11-07T19:03:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:14:40.843-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Surprise in my Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB4xq0H-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bvmf9YX8W14/s1600/octopus-713794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526049537485437330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB4xq0H-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bvmf9YX8W14/s400/octopus-713794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went from Pusan, Korea to Yantai, Provence China and our host worked very hard to impress us with good food. I was careful not to offend the extremely polite citizens of Korea and China during the time I was in their countries, but I had to draw the line at the multi legged creature I found in my soup. My colleague seated at my right was a vegetarian (I wanted to convert on the spot.) my colleague seated on my left ate his surprise whole, pretty brave for a Missourian who didn’t have to say “Show Me” because it was there staring at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I weighed the possible offence to my guest before I made my decision, I decided that not eating the little marine animal would be less offensive than if he reappeared with the rest of my meal on the way back up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 26 hours of travel I’m back in Texas. Today at lunch I went out and had a Whataburger, with cheese and jalapeños. Texas is a very nice place to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-4947219127164728835?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/4947219127164728835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=4947219127164728835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4947219127164728835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4947219127164728835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/11/surprise-in-my-soup.html' title='Surprise in my Soup'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB4xq0H-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bvmf9YX8W14/s72-c/octopus-713794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7831287186586534868</id><published>2008-11-01T00:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:16:24.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>The Korean People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB5GSsoNTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PB8kLFY_cLA/s1600/lotte-1-711917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526049891788797234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB5GSsoNTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PB8kLFY_cLA/s400/lotte-1-711917.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/uploaded_images/lotte-1-711917.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had hoped to take more pictures while in Korea but I've mostly been in Ship Yards during the day and doing paper work at night. The ship yards build everything from container ships to submarines. No pictures are allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exciting to travel to different parts of the world but for me it is also part of my job. Not much site seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that the Korean People are the most gracious people I’ve ever met. This is a picture of the elevator attendant at the Lotte Hotel in Pusan. She is dressed in a traditional Korean dress. Tradition and structure is a mainstay in the Korean culture. They take a lot of pride in their work. For example our first social gaff in Korea was our attempt to tip the bell man for bring up our bag. That was a bad idea and embarrassed him terribly. The house keeping staff at the Samsung Hotel had their "motto" on their badge. It said, "Our Tip is our Pride in our work". They are paid for what they do and their pay is not dependant on tips. I like it. I wish it were like that in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we leave for China and our last ship yard. I'm ready to come home to Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7831287186586534868?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7831287186586534868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7831287186586534868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7831287186586534868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7831287186586534868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/11/korean-people.html' title='The Korean People'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB5GSsoNTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PB8kLFY_cLA/s72-c/lotte-1-711917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-8677042395199253249</id><published>2008-10-29T00:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:19:43.988-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Global Plumbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB5xX7QNdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4oTDuiV0WkM/s1600/maytag-782764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526050631926691282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB5xX7QNdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4oTDuiV0WkM/s400/maytag-782764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my travels I have learned that plumbing, primarily bathroom facilities, come in different variations around the world. Sometimes language is a problem. When I was with a group of Americans at a Korean place of business there came a time when we had to ask where the “Facilities” were. So, what English word would you use to ask some Koreans with limited English language skills, "Where is the (fill in the blank)?" I’ll give you a hint “rest room” does not work. As a matter of fact I was visiting their onsite medical facility, basically a small hospital, and I saw a room with the words Rest Room on the door. So I stuck my head in and what did I see, a small room with a bed in it. That makes sense to me. So what English word do Koreans use to describe a small room with a toilet in it? I’m not telling, you will have to find out your self when you come to Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel, it is always a challenge to try and figure out the shower controls without scalding yourself. Whatever you know about hot on the left, cold on the right, right is off, left is on, forget it. It may not be true. I just get in the shower, with my glasses on, and figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been fortunate to visit countries with modern infrastructures; you know the basics, water, electricity, flush toilets etc. But my room in Korea had something I had not seen before. It had a toilet that had a control panel that looked like it belonged on a Maytag washing machine. I’ve seen toilets with a “washing system” but never one with an electronic control panel. Did I mention I was staying at the Samsung Hotel? It had buttons, lights and controls like “Water Temp”, “Wash”, and “Dry”. I can tell you that it is a nice alternative for "John Wayne" toilet paper. (Ruff, Tough, and doesn’t take nothing off anybody.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my bathroom at home is due a remodel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-8677042395199253249?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/8677042395199253249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=8677042395199253249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/8677042395199253249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/8677042395199253249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/10/global-plumbing.html' title='Global Plumbing'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB5xX7QNdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4oTDuiV0WkM/s72-c/maytag-782764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-2387180652088563230</id><published>2008-10-25T05:04:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:24:37.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>당신 좋아한다 그것을 가진 튀김을 하고자 했는가? (Would you like Fries with that?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB7B8sCbFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tPkPFiIjkLA/s1600/DSC06554-1-703860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526052016184519762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB7B8sCbFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tPkPFiIjkLA/s400/DSC06554-1-703860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past ten months I done a lot of traveling, I’ve been to Akron, Ohio; Amsterdam, The Netherlands; Oslo, Norway; Dubia, United Emirates; Posan, Korea; Ulsan, Korea and in a few days, Yantai, China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my travels I’ve gotten a good education. The first thing I already new but only on faith but now I know through experience that Texas is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that I learned was something I thought I knew then I found out I was wrong. If I were to ask you, “What is the most common food in the world?” you might have believed as I did that the correct answer is “Rice”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In volume, rice probably is the most common food available in the world, but I have learned that most consistently available food around the world with very little variation is a Big Mac from McDonalds. I’ve seen the Golden Arches everywhere I’ve been and many times a Burger King nearby and occasionally a Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that knows me knows that I have seldom darkened the door of a McDonalds. I don’t really like their burgers and if I’m going to eat a fast food hamburger it’s going to be a cheeseburger with jalapenos from Whataburger, that great burger chain based in Corpus Christi, Texas since 1952.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I’ve not been to a McDonalds in years but when I travel overseas I usually eat at McDonalds at least once. The reason I do is because when you are in a foreign land there is something about those golden arches and a Big Mac in a box that reminds me of home. Step into a McDonalds off a street in Ulsan, Korea and you will see the same signage and goofy cartoon characters that you would see in Anycity, U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of sad that the U.S. exports to the world some of the unhealthiest food in the world, but then we have also developed and exported the latest technology in heart bypass surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve had a lot of experience in both areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-2387180652088563230?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/2387180652088563230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=2387180652088563230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2387180652088563230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2387180652088563230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-like-fries-with-that.html' title='당신 좋아한다 그것을 가진 튀김을 하고자 했는가? (Would you like Fries with that?)'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB7B8sCbFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tPkPFiIjkLA/s72-c/DSC06554-1-703860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1700565954029640921</id><published>2008-10-24T15:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:25:49.518-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Chopsticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB7Z3sptxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/E9rHItMzvDY/s1600/k6506-1-709389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB7Z3sptxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/E9rHItMzvDY/s400/k6506-1-709389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526052427161777938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Korean host took us to fine Chinese Restaurant on the top floor of the Hyundai Department store in Ulsan, Korea. The table was finely set with white linens, small white teacup, a large spoon and a pair of chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our server came out and served steaming hot tea that was about the color of a brown chicken egg, just a little bit of brown color to it. It was almost too hot to drink but I drank it. Then out came a small bowl of what I would call “relish” but not finely chopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been taught to use the right tool for job, don’t use a pipe wrench for a hammer (unless you just can’t resist), don’t use a screw driver for a pry bar, and don’t bring a knife to a gun fight. That said, I picked up my chopsticks attempted to eat my “relish” and although the young man sitting next to me was thoroughly entertained with my lack of chopstick skill, I thought I did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next course was a bowl of “stuff” which contents was not fully known to me, except for some small shrimp. As I pick through the different bits and pieces with my chopsticks there were some black pieces that I could not pick up. I notice that my colleague, who had lived many years in the Far East, was not eating the black pieces, so I quit trying. We discussed each course in an educational sort of way and the conversations turned to the black pieces. I don’t remember the Korean name for the black pieces but I think loosely translated it means, “One who eats off the bottom of the fish bowl”. I don’t think that it was catfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes, I think there were eight courses, became more difficult for me to manage with what I regarded as an improper tool, chopsticks, but I was pretty determined to complete the meal in a traditional manner. Sometime during the long meal I think my gracious Korean host must have signaled the server because she brought me a fork and a “Coke Light”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful meal with new friends. Even with the language barrier we got to know each other much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1700565954029640921?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1700565954029640921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1700565954029640921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1700565954029640921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1700565954029640921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/10/chopsticks.html' title='Chopsticks'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB7Z3sptxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/E9rHItMzvDY/s72-c/k6506-1-709389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7434974156329278059</id><published>2008-10-21T16:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:27:37.684-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>End of a Long Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB71m-gnsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EZASQ9MU7RA/s1600/endofday-742253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB71m-gnsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EZASQ9MU7RA/s400/endofday-742253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526052903709613762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the call was made to board Continental Flight 7 non-stop from Houston to Tokyo, we all scurried down the ramp as if it were a one-hour flight to Dallas. It was as if we could not wait to sit down for the 13 hours. In the end, a dead end I might add, we could not wait to get off that plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passengers of Flight 7 to Tokyo, was a unique mix of businessmen from the Far East and Texas good ole boys complete with gimmie hats. In a very small area of a very big Boeing 777 I saw one University of Texas cap, two Texas Tech University caps and one Acme seed cap. What are these guys doing on this plane? It’s not the Southwest Airline non-stop to Midland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Boeing 777 if you removed the seats and the partitions it’s not quite big enough for a Rodeo but I do believe it could host a six-man football game between &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/2008/09/six-man-football-is-alive-and-well-in.html"&gt;Penelope and Abbott&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an on time arrival in Tokyo and was exhausted. The realization that the day was far from over made my fatigue wear like a heavy lead coat, slowing every move. I have a four-hour layover and I’m trying to stay awake. I boarded Northwest Flight 6 to Pusan, Korea with a different mix of passengers. Asian businessmen, Korean citizens returning from Holiday, and teenage Korean girls returning home from a school event, this was what I expected when I left Houston. The seat next to me was empty until a group of Americans from a delayed flight out of Los Angeles boarded the plane. The passenger next to me had left Katy, Texas about the same time I had. He was also wearing a lead coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the Pusan airport and as I was going through customs I came to the realization that in the general scheme of things in this world people come in all sizes…and I am a big guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pusan Lotte Hotel is very nice but all I want to see now is the insides of my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7434974156329278059?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7434974156329278059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7434974156329278059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7434974156329278059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7434974156329278059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-long-day.html' title='End of a Long Day'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB71m-gnsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EZASQ9MU7RA/s72-c/endofday-742253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-350106791352647791</id><published>2008-09-27T08:39:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:31:41.251-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Home of the Mythical Unicorn - New Braunfels, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB8xLRvNgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hLYaQwXDySk/s1600/unicorn-798688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526053927066220034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB8xLRvNgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hLYaQwXDySk/s400/unicorn-798688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/uploaded_images/unicorn-798688.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s Friday night and the Winston Churchill Chargers came to the home of the New Braunfels Unicorns. The first thing I noticed on arriving at the stadium was the terrible parking situation. They do provide a shuttle service from a nearby church parking lot but it is still bad. The parking for the buses is very tight. The second thing that I noticed is that both bands had 18 wheelers to haul all their junk from event to event. That’s nice but it adds to the parking problem at Unicorn Stadium. Did I say that parking was bad…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other than that, the &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/stadium.php?id=860"&gt;stadium&lt;/a&gt; was a pretty nice place to watch a game. The crowd was a respectable estimated 5,000 fans. The game opened with recognizing Unicorn players for coaching a flag football league in the community. The flag football players were on the sidelines with their suited up coaches. The school songs were played, the national anthem was sung by all in the stands and we were ready for the kick-off. Then I realized that I never saw the unicorns do any warm-up drills. Did I miss it? I don’t think so, I get to the game very early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The game did not go well for the Chargers so I did something I seldom do. I had arrived early so I was park deep in the bowels of the New Braunfels High School campus. I didn’t know how long it would take to get out of this parking quagmire; the score was mounting up against the Chargers so I left early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Final score? Unicorns 23 – Chargers 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did I mention that the parking was bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-350106791352647791?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/stadium.php?id=860' title='Home of the Mythical Unicorn - New Braunfels, Texas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/350106791352647791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=350106791352647791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/350106791352647791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/350106791352647791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-of-mythical-unicorn.html' title='Home of the Mythical Unicorn - New Braunfels, Texas'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB8xLRvNgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hLYaQwXDySk/s72-c/unicorn-798688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1949565650782263638</id><published>2008-09-19T22:04:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:45:04.289-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Six-Man football in Penelope, Texas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB_ISHgnBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/I7Er92dS2Fs/s1600/aIMG_1561-751343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526056523062615058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB_ISHgnBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/I7Er92dS2Fs/s400/aIMG_1561-751343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to make a six man football game every year. It’s exciting, it’s different and it is a refreshing view of life in the smallest of Texas towns. This year I had a trip planned to Waco for another football game and I used that opportunity to find a six man game to attend. There are a lot of six man football teams around Waco so I went to &lt;a href="http://sixmanfootball.com/"&gt;sixmanfootball.com&lt;/a&gt; and looked through the schedules. I decided to go to the Penelope Wolverines – Abbott Panthers game. It was reasonably close to Waco and I had heard of the Penelope from Carlton Stowers book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000OSYHXY?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=texbobstexran&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000OSYHXY"&gt;Where Dreams Die Hard: A Small American Town And Its Six-Man Football Team&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Penelope about an hour before kickoff and it didn’t take long to find the school and the stadium behind it. There were already a lot of cars and activity. The FFA was having a fund raiser selling sausage on a stick and burgers right off the grill. Inside the field house was the added bonus of an ongoing volleyball game between the Lady Wolverines and the Lady Panthers. I could write a book on the funny adaptations of masculine Texas high school mascots to girls’ sports teams but I’ll save that for a later time.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in on part of the volley ball game and enjoyed a sport I have to confess I know very little about. I can tell you it is hard played and competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the volley ball game and went out the back of the field house to &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/stadium.php?id=192"&gt;Wolverine Field &lt;/a&gt;located directly behind it. I bought a couple of cookies and a program from the student council. As I headed for the stands I kept looking for a ticket seller, actually that’s how I ended up with cookies because I thought they were selling tickets. Apparently games at Penelope are free. This is in stark contrast to Katy ISD that currently charges $12.00 for tickets purchased at &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/stadium.php?id=518"&gt;Rhodes Stadium&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526054398151172082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB9MmNJH_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/3evi8LRxigA/s400/IMG_1532-777072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stadium has stands for about 125 fans on each side. Before the night was over I would estimate that the crowd swelled to about 400 sitting in the stands, in lawn chairs in the south end zone (Next to the FFA Barbecue pits), and of course along the fence on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pregame activities were interesting. The first thing I noticed when the Penelope cheerleaders entered the sideline was, “I know these girls” that’s when I realized that for the most part the volleyball team and the cheerleaders were one in the same. Next the visiting teams school song sung unaccompanied from the far side stands. Then in turn the Penelope school song sung in the same manner by the home town fans. Then to top off the pregame program the PA announcer led the crowd in Frances Scott Key’s “Star Spangled Banner” with gusto. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six man football by nature is exciting and this game was no exceptions, but unfortunately this was not the game to win for the Wolverines. With the scoreboard clock only 1:31 into the third quarter of play the Abbott Panthers scored leaving the final score: Panthers 58 – Wolverines 13. In six man football if one team is 45 points ahead after half time the game is over. Even with the game ending with a 45 point deficit I never felt that the Wolverines were out of reach of a victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TexasBob &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1949565650782263638?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1949565650782263638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1949565650782263638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1949565650782263638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1949565650782263638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/09/six-man-football-is-alive-and-well-in.html' title='Six-Man football in Penelope, Texas.'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLB_ISHgnBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/I7Er92dS2Fs/s72-c/aIMG_1561-751343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7395585037832265603</id><published>2008-09-11T11:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:46:32.524-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>I Don't Like Ike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCAM4Dg45I/AAAAAAAAALE/7pOuKtdEo24/s1600/ike-740055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526057701477507986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCAM4Dg45I/AAAAAAAAALE/7pOuKtdEo24/s400/ike-740055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/uploaded_images/ike-740055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though I was born in the Truman administration the first president I remember was Dwight Eisenhower. I remember the campaign slogan “I Like Ike”. There was a lot to like about Texas born Dwight Eisenhower, supreme commander of the European Theater Allied forces in WW II, humble, friend of the solder and American hero. He was a such a typical American apolitical career solder that when he was first encouraged to run for president he had to decide with which political party he would run. A great solder even though some consider him a mediocre President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So why did they have to defame such a great man by naming a hurricane after him! I have just spent all morning boarding up my windows. And here I sit waiting for “IKE” to lay vengeance on me and my “Stuff”. I liked it better when they named hurricanes after women, there not Hissicanes ya, know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for all of us on the Texas Gulf Coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7395585037832265603?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7395585037832265603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7395585037832265603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7395585037832265603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7395585037832265603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-like-ike.html' title='I Don&apos;t Like Ike'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCAM4Dg45I/AAAAAAAAALE/7pOuKtdEo24/s72-c/ike-740055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-6516780896074488153</id><published>2008-08-13T20:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:48:44.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eats'/><title type='text'>Cheese Burger at 37,000 feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCAjO5G4MI/AAAAAAAAALM/k703Ag9OsV4/s1600/burger-717019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526058085564997826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCAjO5G4MI/AAAAAAAAALM/k703Ag9OsV4/s400/burger-717019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/uploaded_images/burger-717019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scene: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continental Flight 40 Houston to Newark, New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Altitude:&lt;/strong&gt; 37,000 feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours into the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like for lunch, a chicken salad, or a &lt;strong&gt;Cheese Burger&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe my ears. I started having flash backs of the time I ordered "Mexican Food" at a Traverse City, Michigan Italian restaurant. (That is another story in itself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continental Airlines is now serving cheese burgers? Did they have a little grill hidden behind a latched silver door in the galley? It sounded like a crime was about to be committed against one of my food staples. To me Cheese Burgers represent a balanced meal originating from the food groups: bread, vegetables, dairy, beef and onions. Continental Airlines was about to cause irreparable harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've risk my arteries and taste buds to test some excellent burgers. I was there for you to test the "&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/eats/tbe_watts.html"&gt;Watts Burger&lt;/a&gt; in Odessa, &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/eats/tbe_browns.html"&gt;Browns Drive Inn &lt;/a&gt;in Kerrville and many others. I felt it was my "duty" to make the sacrifice on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it. I would not recommend it. However I did not get food poisoning. (but I think I'm growing a sixth toe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TexasBob&lt;br /&gt;(On the Road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-6516780896074488153?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/6516780896074488153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=6516780896074488153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/6516780896074488153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/6516780896074488153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheese-burger-at-37000-feet.html' title='Cheese Burger at 37,000 feet'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCAjO5G4MI/AAAAAAAAALM/k703Ag9OsV4/s72-c/burger-717019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-2760671759347183285</id><published>2008-07-22T22:28:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:51:10.862-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Schiphol, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCBPUYJm5I/AAAAAAAAALU/z3G_syuPtIA/s1600/posting-755696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526058842951621522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCBPUYJm5I/AAAAAAAAALU/z3G_syuPtIA/s400/posting-755696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day, another airport. Leaving Dubai at midnight (Dubai time) and arriving at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Schiphol&lt;/span&gt; airport in Amsterdam at 5:00 AM local time is a cruel joke of a nights sleep. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KLM&lt;/span&gt; serves business class a meal after takeoff, lets you sleep about four hours, turns the lights on about an hour and a half before landing and starts serving breakfast. The good news is that in a mere five hours, the wheels will be up on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KLM&lt;/span&gt; Flight 0661 non stop flight to George Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston. With the magic of East - West air travel the 10.5 hour flight will only take 3 "clock" hours as we arrive in Houston a little after 1:00 in the afternoon. After passport and emigration checks and a long wait for luggage we leave the airport just in time for Houston rush hour traffic. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; I'll be looking for a guy in a suit holding a sign that says, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TexasBob&lt;/span&gt;". Seeing that sign will make me happy! I may even give him a hug because he will drive me home and in just about 45 minutes to an hour I'll be HOME, drinking a cold Dr Pepper with the only decisions to ponder is whether to go right to bed or stay up and savor the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TexasBob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-2760671759347183285?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/2760671759347183285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=2760671759347183285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2760671759347183285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2760671759347183285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/07/schiphol-texas.html' title='Schiphol, Texas'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCBPUYJm5I/AAAAAAAAALU/z3G_syuPtIA/s72-c/posting-755696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-3593341051479445321</id><published>2008-07-21T08:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:03:33.619-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Dubai in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCEMh2b1bI/AAAAAAAAALk/A-myDPBcUag/s1600/dubaiJPG-713807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCEMh2b1bI/AAAAAAAAALk/A-myDPBcUag/s400/dubaiJPG-713807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526062093563581874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The temperature today was 115° F with a humidity of 95%. In that heat I spent several hours climbing all over a ship in Dubai “Drydocks World”. Yes that is what they call it and I have the tee shirt to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai is the “Disney World” of the Middle East. The buildings are unbelievable. As I look across the skyline from my 28th floor hotel room in the “Jumeirah Emirates Tower” I can see 15 high-rise building under construction, many slated to be taller than this 50-story hotel. . I could probably see more if it were not for the “dirty sky” that looks like the sky in West Texas on a sandy, windy spring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jumeirah Emirates Tower hotel is the best I've ever stayed in. The rooms are large, the staff, which numbers in the hundreds, is attentive to every detail. Your wish is there command. No task too large or too small. You want it, they’ve got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...unless you want a cold Dr Pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-3593341051479445321?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/3593341051479445321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=3593341051479445321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3593341051479445321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3593341051479445321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-in-dubai.html' title='Dubai in July'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCEMh2b1bI/AAAAAAAAALk/A-myDPBcUag/s72-c/dubaiJPG-713807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7663246804733786061</id><published>2008-07-18T12:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:05:03.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Road to Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCEhBKm42I/AAAAAAAAALs/HfXnz4CakTI/s1600/oslobot-725812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526062445567075170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCEhBKm42I/AAAAAAAAALs/HfXnz4CakTI/s400/oslobot-725812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With our work finished in Oslo we had the afternoon open. It gave us a chance walk around the city. The weather has been picturesque and the street full with people enjoying all there is to enjoy in this beautiful city. Street musicians and living statues ply there trade for Kroners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague and I were discussing the sights we had seen and the rich food we had devoured in the past few days. At that moment we found ourselves in front of a McDonalds and promptly went inside and ordered a "Big Mac". I haven’t darkened the door of a McDonalds in years and didn't intend to on this day. But there was something "American" about it that attracted me. The casher had to do a double take and shift gears into English when she heard our American "draw".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel I entered the incredibly small elevator with a 10 year old boy. I noticed that he had on a pair of rubber sandals with "Batman" across the back strap. I said, "You have Batman shoes." trying to make a little conversation. He said, "No English, Fin" I said, "Batman shoes" trying to complete the connection. He said, "No 'Crocks'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our activities finished in Oslo, the morning brings another trip to the airport to board a plane to Dubai via Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for that Dr Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Bob&lt;br /&gt;On the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7663246804733786061?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7663246804733786061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7663246804733786061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7663246804733786061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7663246804733786061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/07/road-to-dubai.html' title='Road to Dubai'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCEhBKm42I/AAAAAAAAALs/HfXnz4CakTI/s72-c/oslobot-725812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-2463329182548622973</id><published>2008-07-17T22:54:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:06:52.282-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Boogie on the Foard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCE8eWgKWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zy9QObUjVZo/s1600/osloboog-783999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526062917258062178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCE8eWgKWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zy9QObUjVZo/s400/osloboog-783999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night everyone involved in our activites, about 20 of us, went out to eat at a sea food restaurant on the Oslo waterfront. It was a very fine meal we all enjoyed. We were all told where to sit in order to mix our company with theirs. I was seated next the only woman in the group. Did I tell you that most women in Norway are younger than me (how hard is that!) and blonde? She is a former history major turned lawyer. We discussed "History" from Eric the Red, a great Viking warrior, to the Battle of the Alamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we all walked the boardwalk on the water front. When the weather is this nice in Norway everyone is outside. At one point there was a large deck closer to the water and the music of 1950's rock and roll was playing loudly. More than a hundred couples were dancing the swing. It was a great sight. I wish I could have intoduced them to Bob Wills and Western swing. I think that they would have liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled about 6 blocks and the group began to breakup. Some of our host headed home, a few went in a bar to sample the local brew. It was still very light but approaching 10:00 PM so I elected to head back to hotel. As walked along I spotted a 7-11. The signage was the same as in the US. I stopped to see if I could find a Dr Pepper. I was not to be. I settled for Coke Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a Dr Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TexasBob&lt;br /&gt;On the road in Oslo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-2463329182548622973?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/2463329182548622973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=2463329182548622973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2463329182548622973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/2463329182548622973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/07/boogie-on-foard.html' title='Boogie on the Foard'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCE8eWgKWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zy9QObUjVZo/s72-c/osloboog-783999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-9061628626426731772</id><published>2008-07-16T22:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:08:45.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>Texas Bob in Oslo, Norway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCFVu6CFHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y5_LHSbZW6Y/s1600/oslosc-781895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526063351198782578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCFVu6CFHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y5_LHSbZW6Y/s400/oslosc-781895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I sit in a European hotel room. No A/C, bad TV, and funny bed clothes. Last night I ate an expensive piece of fish from the local waters. (Lots of Bones) It is cool here, so cool that I leave my room window open to keep cool. The only problem is that the trolley cars run right under my window. I woke up at 1:00 am only to discover that it was still reasonably light outside and there was a party going on somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all very interesting, but right now I just need a cold Dr Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TexasBob&lt;br /&gt;On the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-9061628626426731772?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/9061628626426731772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=9061628626426731772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/9061628626426731772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/9061628626426731772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/07/texas-bob-in-oslo-norway.html' title='Texas Bob in Oslo, Norway'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCFVu6CFHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y5_LHSbZW6Y/s72-c/oslosc-781895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-638765991372946148</id><published>2008-07-01T20:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:10:20.394-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>One More Stadium Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCFyD0f6lI/AAAAAAAAAME/7X-H52twnv0/s1600/Odemsta1-778270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526063837849053778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCFyD0f6lI/AAAAAAAAAME/7X-H52twnv0/s400/Odemsta1-778270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/uploaded_images/Odemsta1-778270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never drive through Texas without my list of football stadiums. Included in that list is a check box, do I have a picture of this stadium or not? With 1100+ stadiums listed and only 750+ pictures I have 300+ pictures to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On this day I was driving to Corpus Christi and passed through Odem and checking my list I knew I did not have a picture of "&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/stadium.php?id=208"&gt;Owl Stadium&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quick trip to the parking lot, find an open gate, take a few shots, count the rows, measure the length of the bleachers, estimate the capacity, check for Soccer lines, track, back to the truck and on the road in 20 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the life of a football fanatic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TexasBob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-638765991372946148?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://texasbob.com/stadium/' title='One More Stadium Picture'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/638765991372946148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=638765991372946148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/638765991372946148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/638765991372946148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-more-stadium-picture.html' title='One More Stadium Picture'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCFyD0f6lI/AAAAAAAAAME/7X-H52twnv0/s72-c/Odemsta1-778270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-496212343227199440</id><published>2008-06-21T10:33:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:14:03.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wooden Tanks, Steel Men,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCGcuJikXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QqOKMXWMgi8/s1600/wt_tnkgrp-763038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526064570766102898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCGcuJikXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QqOKMXWMgi8/s400/wt_tnkgrp-763038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several years ago I decide that I read so much about Texas that I could write a book about Texas. So I started out with the idea I would write the epic tale of my progenitors coming to Texas from Virginia on the eve of the War of Northern Aggression, that’s the Civil war for you Yankees. The only trouble was the only resource material I had was a 11 page letter of an older relative’s remembrance of what her mother had told her about what she remembered about the journey through the eyes of an eight years old.&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I learned my first of many lessons about writing. You have to have good resource material, be willing to do a whole lot of research, or know what you’re talking about. That “learning” was the seed of my next attempt at writing a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/op_mscontents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wooden Tanks, Steel Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;” was the working title, OK the only title of my new book. As near as I can remember I started this project in 2000. This is a subject I could get my teeth into, I grew up watching these men. I’ve even worked on a Wooden Tank crew and actually helped build the last red wood tank in the Permian Basin. (Put that on your resume and see where it gets you.) That’s when I learned my second lesson about writing. It is work. Knowing the subject well helps but it does not get words on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never intended to have this book published but after writing two chapters totaling all of 14 double spaced pages, including the title sheet, I knew that if by some miracle of God it was published, it would have to be published by Hallmark. So what did I do with all my efforts? I put it on my webpage. That was the beginning of the “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/oilpatch.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oil Patch Tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;” on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://texasbob.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TexasBob.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when I was in Odessa a friend of mine asked, “When are you going to finish that book? I want to know how it ends.” So while stuck in the Austin airport I decided to read it online. I haven’t actually read it in years. It made me laugh. I really enjoyed thinking about my grand father “Mr. Mac” and the tank crew. So what did I do? I added a couple paragraphs to Chapter 2. At this rate I should have about 100 pages by time I’m 134 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TexasBob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-496212343227199440?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com/op_mscontents.html' title='Wooden Tanks, Steel Men,'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/496212343227199440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=496212343227199440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/496212343227199440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/496212343227199440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/06/wooden-tanks-steel-men.html' title='Wooden Tanks, Steel Men,'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCGcuJikXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QqOKMXWMgi8/s72-c/wt_tnkgrp-763038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-3248761128859238717</id><published>2008-06-08T20:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:15:28.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Air travel has reached a new level on my ordeal meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCG95JJmoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SPWWUqIgA4w/s1600/Airport-001-776092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526065140652939906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCG95JJmoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SPWWUqIgA4w/s400/Airport-001-776092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Air travel has reached a new level on my ordeal meter. Even Southwest airlines, an expert at herding humans and making you feel like its OK if we are having fun, is becoming a “high ordeal” event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising gas prices have robbed me of the pleasure of cruising I-10 between Ozona and Iraan cut off. Zipping along at 70 mph and still being 10 mph under the posted speed limit where occasionally a truck or car passes you rocking your pick up with their sonic boom wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to fly. I can fly to Midland for about two thirds of what the gas would cost to drive my 16 mpg pickup, and that includes a car rental. But the trade off is the ordeal of flying and the limited amount of junk you can bring with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Midland/Odessa departure gate at Hobby Airport (HOU)in Houston I always scan the crowd of travelers looking for a familiar face, but I never see one. Although I was born and raised in Odessa I only lived there until I was 25, that means that I have not lived there more years than I lived there. (Does that make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 6:00 AM at MAF, that’s the FAA designation for the Midland International Airport. You know the airport you are in is not busy when you can hear the “Muzak” and clearly understand the pre recorded announcements. “The terrorist level set by Home Land security is Orange” other than the massive oil reserves in the area its hard to fathom a terrorist threat in the this place. “MAF” is a very nice airport, and airport that is not too busy with masses of people should be a clean airport and this on is. But I have yet to figure out how the get on the there very strong Wi-Fi signal. I guess I don’t have the correct decoder ring. I’ll have to write Battle Creek and get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 8:30 AM at AUS, that Austin-Bergstrom International, I arrived from MAF and just realized I was going to spend about 3 hours at the Austin. At least the Wi-Fi worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-3248761128859238717?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/3248761128859238717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=3248761128859238717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3248761128859238717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3248761128859238717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/06/air-travel-has-reached-new-level-on-my.html' title='Air travel has reached a new level on my ordeal meter'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCG95JJmoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SPWWUqIgA4w/s72-c/Airport-001-776092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-852066018815846901</id><published>2008-02-25T21:14:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:17:57.867-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Salt Grass Trail Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCHif1iPLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qrGxhXCXsKA/s1600/sgt_08_web2a-726597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526065769514941618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCHif1iPLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qrGxhXCXsKA/s400/sgt_08_web2a-726597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve live in Texas my whole life and in the Houston area for 16 years. Nobody does rodeo like Houston. Three weeks of Rodeo, about 20 evening performance averaging 50,000 in attendance each night. The Houston Livestock Show &amp;amp; Rodeo is Texas size. In January of 1952, E.H. Marks formed the very first trail ride as a way to increase awareness of the Show. Though only four men made the first journey from Brenham, Texas, the attention they raised attracted more publicity than ever expected, as more than 80 men signed up the next year. The trail rides are a signature tradition of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve been associated with Wagon #1, the founder’s wagon, of the Salt Grass trail ride for about 4 years. The trail ride is organized by wagon. It has approximately 25 wagons with 40 riders associated with each wagon.In the beginning the riders slept on the ground or in tents. Today it RV’s, Stock trailers, water trucks, &amp;amp; generators. Today there are 13 different trail rides coming from all across Texas. This coming Friday (February 29th) all 13 trail rides converge in Memorial park near downtown Houston for Saturdays Rodeo Parade. It really plays havoc with the traffic on the freeways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's trail ride time in Houston! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-852066018815846901?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/852066018815846901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=852066018815846901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/852066018815846901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/852066018815846901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/02/salt-grass-trail-ride.html' title='Salt Grass Trail Ride'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCHif1iPLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qrGxhXCXsKA/s72-c/sgt_08_web2a-726597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-4121181517959002924</id><published>2008-01-01T10:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:19:15.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Football Season is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCH7VN7IeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PvRU3FO4HA8/s1600/ticket07-719781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526066196161176034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCH7VN7IeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PvRU3FO4HA8/s400/ticket07-719781.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I follow High School Football especially the Katy Tigers from Katy, Texas. This year they had a 16-0 season. That is a long season for a high school team. The perfect season ended December 22nd at the &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_alamo_dome.html"&gt;AlamoDome&lt;/a&gt; in San Antonio, Texas when Katy beat a tough Pflugerville Team 28 to 7 in the 5A Div II Texas State Championship Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katytimes.com/articles/2007/12/23/sports/00state.txt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the games, maintaining the &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/"&gt;Texas Football Stadium Database&lt;/a&gt; , a couple of major holidays, and my real job, I have had very little time to blog. Look for more blogging in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TexasBob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-4121181517959002924?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com' title='Football Season is Over'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/4121181517959002924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=4121181517959002924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4121181517959002924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4121181517959002924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2008/01/football-season-is-over.html' title='Football Season is Over'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCH7VN7IeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PvRU3FO4HA8/s72-c/ticket07-719781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-9111790050606347163</id><published>2007-09-30T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:21:05.398-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Texas High School Football Stadiums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCIWfhyrbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/M9jQeht4Qos/s1600/loop2-768730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526066662785330610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCIWfhyrbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/M9jQeht4Qos/s400/loop2-768730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several years ago I was trying to find out what Texas High School football stadium had the largest seating capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state where High School football is king, what school district had doled out tax money to build the most bleachers to seat the most high school football fans in the state of Texas? Was it the famed Ratliff Stadium in Odessa? Made famous not only by the success of the Odessa Permian football team but by the best selling book “Friday Night Lights” Ratliff holds only a mere 19, 302 fans. No it was Alamo Stadium in San Antonio with a capacity of 23,000. The stadium, built in 1940, was Civilian Conservation Corp project, a depression era program to employ young men during the depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This search for the largest High School Football stadium took me down many roads and in the end I had collected a lot of stadium information. TexasBob.com, my alter ego webpage, had been on line for several years and I decide to publish the information that I had collected. Over the years this has grown into a massive undertaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a listing for every football stadium used for regular season games for every varsity high school team, every college team and both professional teams in the state of Texas. This amounts to 1140 stadiums, each listing has a map link to the stadium and other important information. Of the 1140 stadiums I have pictures of 550 stadiums. I have picture of all the majors stadiums but I take special pride in having a picture of most of the six man football stadiums. A good example of this is the one pictured above in Loop, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has also created an amazing number of Texas football stadium facts and figures. For example: currently 46 High School Football Stadiums in Texas have full video scoreboards with replay capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some selected stadium links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/football/tbt_stadium_fcts.html"&gt;Texas High School Stadium Facts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/vid_index.php"&gt;High School Stadiums with Video capability &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/stadium.php?id=1002"&gt;Ratliff Stadium – Odessa, Texas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/stadium.php?id=987"&gt;Longhorn Field – Loop, Texas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/"&gt;Texas Football Stadium Database&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-9111790050606347163?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com/stadium/' title='Texas High School Football Stadiums'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/9111790050606347163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=9111790050606347163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/9111790050606347163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/9111790050606347163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/09/texas-high-school-football-stadiums.html' title='Texas High School Football Stadiums'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCIWfhyrbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/M9jQeht4Qos/s72-c/loop2-768730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-5555256215214229946</id><published>2007-06-26T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:23:39.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Travel'/><title type='text'>The Netherlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCI4RA7XgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/y1uLS_c9Un4/s1600/436px-Cocacola-5cents-1900-713506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526067243004943874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCI4RA7XgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/y1uLS_c9Un4/s400/436px-Cocacola-5cents-1900-713506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never complain about a country that starts its name with “The”. There is boldness to it. No, it’s not Texas but it is where I find myself this week. The Netherlands is a friendly place visit, everyone here speaks English, although it’s not my English. Between their accents, my accent and me being generally hard of hearing communications can be a challenge. I have learned a few linguistic tricks. When you ask for water in a restaurant your server will say, “With or without gas.” A logical question when you think about it. What they mean is carbonated or non-carbonated water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my life my preferred beverage has been Dr Pepper. In later years, in order to keep my cute figure I have switched to Diet Dr Pepper. Dr Pepper in Europe? Forget about it. A good second choice is that global beverage from Atlanta, Coca Cola, better yet, a diet Coke. You can find them almost anywhere go in The Netherlands, but you have to know what to ask for. The correct request is, “Coke Light” please and they will bring you one. Did I mention that you still have to have a bottle opener?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-5555256215214229946?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cocacola.nl/' title='The Netherlands'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/5555256215214229946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=5555256215214229946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/5555256215214229946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/5555256215214229946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/06/netherlands.html' title='The Netherlands'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCI4RA7XgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/y1uLS_c9Un4/s72-c/436px-Cocacola-5cents-1900-713506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-8115236360827582986</id><published>2007-05-26T19:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:25:50.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eats'/><title type='text'>RR Starr Restaurant - Concan, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCJVOY6YnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_Cn0yX1jKtA/s1600/tbe_starr4-769809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526067740516442738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCJVOY6YnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_Cn0yX1jKtA/s400/tbe_starr4-769809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/blog/uploaded_images/tbe_starr4-799015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found another diamond in the rough. The RR Starr Restaurant in Concan, Texas. &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/eats/tbe_rr_starr.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read my review. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TexasBob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-8115236360827582986?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com/eats/tbe_rr_starr.html' title='RR Starr Restaurant - Concan, Texas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/8115236360827582986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=8115236360827582986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/8115236360827582986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/8115236360827582986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/05/rr-star-restaurant.html' title='RR Starr Restaurant - Concan, Texas'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCJVOY6YnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_Cn0yX1jKtA/s72-c/tbe_starr4-769809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-8888415954817462266</id><published>2007-05-25T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:27:46.629-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>"The Alamo" - Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCJwrEm8UI/AAAAAAAAANE/b2yYu9GkGKQ/s1600/Copy-of-SA_07-004-771164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526068212072378690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCJwrEm8UI/AAAAAAAAANE/b2yYu9GkGKQ/s400/Copy-of-SA_07-004-771164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I visited the Alamo was in January of 1969. I was attending the Mid Winter convention of the S.P.E.B.S.Q.S.A. with my parents. (That is another story for another Blog on another day.) Except for this small convention the city was pretty empty by today’s standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning I stood in front of the Alamo and took a picture with a Polaroid Land Camera. It was a clean shot, with nobody standing out front. I approached the front of the Alamo chapel and opened the door and went inside. The sign just inside said, “Gentlemen, Please remove your hats.” As the door slammed shut behind me it echoed off the chapel walls. This was quiet solemn place. There couldn’t have been more than 6 people inside including the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve visited the Alamo many times since that January day in 1969. Now when you visit the Alamo the crowds are large. The Alamo is the number one tourist attraction in Texas, followed closely by the number two tourist attraction, the San Antonio river walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Alamo a few days ago with family from Massachusetts. Of course they wanted the obligatory picture made standing in front of the Alamo. It was so crowded that when you have your picture made in front of the Alamo, it’s with about 150 of your tourist friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did discover a trick that I want to share with you. If you want a good clean shot of the front of the Alamo All you have to do is get there at first light in the morning. About 7:00 am I walked to the Alamo to take this picture and all that was there was one security guard who knew how to stay out of the picture and another photographer. It's a great time to take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Texas Bob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-8888415954817462266?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/8888415954817462266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=8888415954817462266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/8888415954817462266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/8888415954817462266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/05/alamo-revisited_25.html' title='&quot;The Alamo&quot; - Revisited'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCJwrEm8UI/AAAAAAAAANE/b2yYu9GkGKQ/s72-c/Copy-of-SA_07-004-771164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1658020991650427181</id><published>2007-05-05T05:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:30:07.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch! $3.00 a gallon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCKZuswVQI/AAAAAAAAANM/PNJMYBvbGPo/s1600/gasoline-756016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526068917420709122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCKZuswVQI/AAAAAAAAANM/PNJMYBvbGPo/s400/gasoline-756016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having worked in the oil patch all my life, both in Texas and abroad, the high price of gasoline still takes me back a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us, and you know who you are, who have work around the smell of crude very long have seen the good times and the bad, mostly the bad. Now times are good. Everybody who wants a job has a job, but when you're old enough to remember when gas was $.29.9 or less, 3 dollar gas is a bunch of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was growing up in Odessa, the pivot point of the Permian basin, if you really wanted to see high gas prices you had to drive down to Crane or out to Kermit. Gas in those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;communities&lt;/span&gt; was an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; $ 0.45 a gallon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the sad news, my half ton Siverado Pickup gets about the same miles per gallon as my Chevy Impala did in 1968.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TexasBob (on the road)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1658020991650427181?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1658020991650427181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1658020991650427181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1658020991650427181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1658020991650427181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/05/ouch-300-gallon.html' title='Ouch! $3.00 a gallon'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCKZuswVQI/AAAAAAAAANM/PNJMYBvbGPo/s72-c/gasoline-756016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1171587404718307617</id><published>2007-04-18T20:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:34:40.527-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Garner State Park - HAIL STORM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCLMCVxSxI/AAAAAAAAANU/9nwf6Ua-Hu8/s1600/garblog-746599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526069781686471442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCLMCVxSxI/AAAAAAAAANU/9nwf6Ua-Hu8/s400/garblog-746599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I was at &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_garner.html"&gt;Garner State Park &lt;/a&gt;enjoying myself. Late one evening just before I slipped in a DVD of "Lost", the second season, a park ranger knocked on my Travel Trailer door and said, "In about 20 minutes we are going to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;storm&lt;/span&gt; that will include locally damaging winds up to 70 mph and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; of large hail." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what do you do? I punch play on the DVD player and watched the first episode. When the storm hit we started the seconded episode of "Lost". Ping, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;, ping, ping, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;. Soon we had a hole in the sky light over our bed. We put a plastic tub on the bed to catch the rain water and started episode three of "Lost". I slept on the couch and my wife slept on the dinette. (which makes into a bed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I went to the camp store, which has one of everything, and bought a roll of duct tape. Since I didn't have a ladder I did the repair from the inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I learn from this? Don't leave home without the duct tape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Texas Bob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1171587404718307617?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_garner.html' title='Garner State Park - HAIL STORM'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1171587404718307617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1171587404718307617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1171587404718307617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1171587404718307617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/04/garner-park-hail-storm.html' title='Garner State Park - HAIL STORM'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCLMCVxSxI/AAAAAAAAANU/9nwf6Ua-Hu8/s72-c/garblog-746599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-3825944342617252975</id><published>2007-02-10T21:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:39:19.135-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday - Texas Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLComSIiR9I/AAAAAAAAANc/MX0bGwuCH6I/s1600/bob3-761656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526102118439733202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLComSIiR9I/AAAAAAAAANc/MX0bGwuCH6I/s400/bob3-761656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born during the Truman administration 55 years ago today. In the picture, taken in 1955 I’m sitting on horse in front of my brother David at the age of three. The picture was taken by an intenerate photographer who made his living going through the neighborhood taking pictures of kids on his pony. This would never happen on Ozzie and Harriet but it was common in Odessa, Texas. About two years later we got a TV from Sears and Roebuck. The local station came on the air about 2:30 in the afternoon and went off the air promptly at 10:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US flag only had 48 stars and Texas was the biggest state of them all. Most men work in the Oil patch seven days a week and moms stayed home with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-3825944342617252975?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com/texas_bob.html' title='Happy Birthday - Texas Bob'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/3825944342617252975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=3825944342617252975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3825944342617252975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3825944342617252975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-texas-bob.html' title='Happy Birthday - Texas Bob'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLComSIiR9I/AAAAAAAAANc/MX0bGwuCH6I/s72-c/bob3-761656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1848919093491992690</id><published>2007-01-18T11:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:42:15.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenon at the Ditch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCpXEho4PI/AAAAAAAAANk/fsylvjmmvrE/s1600/ditch1-709983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526102956600516850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCpXEho4PI/AAAAAAAAANk/fsylvjmmvrE/s400/ditch1-709983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the ice on the road was thick and I was holed up in Midland and Odessa I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;did no&lt;/span&gt;t get to get out and see to many things. We just enjoyed the company of friends and family. However if you are observant unusual things are always around. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving through a neighborhood in Midland I saw a elderly crossing guard at a elementary school doing her duty. She had a stop sign in her hand and was wearing a day glow orange vest over her mink coat. It was cold out side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Jack Jordan’s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Barbecue&lt;/span&gt; on West County road in Odessa buying some of their great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; brisket when I spotted a gallon jar full of bills on the counter with a hand written sign inside stating, “Please Help Us Pay for College.” Apparently it was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving Jack Jordan’s I saw a monster truck all deck out with light bars and huge tires and wheels. On the back window was a message, “If you cant stop please smile as you go under.” But the real kicker of this truck that would take a 6 foot ladder to get to the running boards was the handicap license plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally the real phenomenon was seeing the water wheel on “&lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_theditch.html"&gt;The Ditch&lt;/a&gt;” in Menard, Texas frozen to a stop. I wonder if this ever happens to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Niagara&lt;/span&gt; Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Bob (On the Road)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1848919093491992690?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_theditch.html' title='Phenomenon at the Ditch'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1848919093491992690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1848919093491992690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1848919093491992690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1848919093491992690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/01/while-ice-on-road-was-thick-and-i-was.html' title='Phenomenon at the Ditch'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLCpXEho4PI/AAAAAAAAANk/fsylvjmmvrE/s72-c/ditch1-709983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-3695246813432920411</id><published>2007-01-17T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:00:22.779-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>It's icy in Midland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are slipping and sliding on the streets of Laredo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alamo in San Antonio is cover with snow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we will get to go home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only clouds really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Bob (On the Road)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-3695246813432920411?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/3695246813432920411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=3695246813432920411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3695246813432920411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/3695246813432920411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7126171011099820968</id><published>2007-01-16T09:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T05:57:35.536-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Wintry Mix - Odessa</title><content type='html'>Wintry Mix, that's what weather.com calls it. What it really is is cold. In West Texas it's often called as cold a well diggers clutamas maximus. The good news is that even during the great flood Odessa only got a half an inch, so the ice and snow so far has been held to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is frozen. Last night I parked my pickup under a tree and the birds left their little gifts all over it. Have you ever tried to find a car wash when the outside temperature is 22 degrees F and the wind chill is 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Bob (On the road)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7126171011099820968?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://weather.com' title='Wintry Mix - Odessa'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7126171011099820968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7126171011099820968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7126171011099820968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7126171011099820968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/01/wintry-mix-odessa.html' title='Wintry Mix - Odessa'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-7208531352801780775</id><published>2007-01-15T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:13:31.831-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Life is Good in McCamey, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBqajvCTzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8XlqnFuvULc/s1600/mccamey-715731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBqajvCTzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8XlqnFuvULc/s400/mccamey-715731.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526033747285266226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a good life is a very relative thing. I lived in McCamey, Texas for about 14 years 15 years ago. McCamey, population 1600, is what is left of an oil field boomtown. In its boom days, thousands of folks called it home. I use to say, “McCamey has a population of 100,000 … 2.000 at a time.” Many have called McCamey home only to leave later. It is by far the friendliest town I have ever lived in. There are no strangers in that town. I believe that you could move to McCamey and six months later run for mayor and have a fair chance at winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the McCamey Badgers played in the 1A High School Football State Championship game. The game was played at &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/football/ctindex1.html#GordonWoodBrownwood"&gt;Gordon Wood Stadium &lt;/a&gt;in Brownwood, Texas. The stadium holds 7500 football fans, 3750 0n each side. The McCamey side was full. Most of the town was there. There were a lot people there that use to live in McCamey and then there were the McCamey Exe’s. The man sitting behind me graduated from McCamey High School in 1954 and had not been to McCamey in 40 years, but he was at the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCamey is not the prettiest town and other than the mesas that surround it McCamey could be called an ugly town. The expansion and contraction of the oil patch has taken its toll. However even an ugly baby is loved by his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Bob (On the Road)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-7208531352801780775?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_mccamey.html' title='Life is Good in McCamey, Texas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/7208531352801780775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=7208531352801780775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7208531352801780775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/7208531352801780775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-good-in-mccamey-texas.html' title='Life is Good in McCamey, Texas'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBqajvCTzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8XlqnFuvULc/s72-c/mccamey-715731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-4999387975940844854</id><published>2007-01-13T15:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:10:52.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBpt9cUCkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6O6edcNlHWY/s1600/gasup-725124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBpt9cUCkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6O6edcNlHWY/s400/gasup-725124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526032981091945026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I’m going on a road trip. It’s not a vacation but a trip to visit family members who need a visit from us.  As often happens this time of year a blast of artic air is racing across the state leaving a sheet of ice on all the roadways in the northern and western parts of Texas, just the places that I had planned to go.  Now we’ll have to go westbound Interstate 10 and up through Big Lake, Texas to avoid the ice.  Maybe later in a few days we can go east on Interstate 20 and visit the others in Abilene and Ranger before heading back to Katy.  If possible I need to stop in San Angelo either coming or going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the weather we will be leaving our travel trailer home. I think I can handle   four wheels on the ice but not eight.  We will be back in a few days.  As Benjamin Franklin once said, "Fish and company both smell in three days."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-4999387975940844854?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com' title='Road Trip'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/4999387975940844854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=4999387975940844854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4999387975940844854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4999387975940844854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/01/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBpt9cUCkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6O6edcNlHWY/s72-c/gasup-725124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-1668238856568838674</id><published>2007-01-10T22:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:07:50.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roughing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBo34N5wjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J2K1RwwBiYM/s1600/caddo_bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526032051976389170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBo34N5wjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J2K1RwwBiYM/s400/caddo_bc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody ever accused me of “roughing it” while on the road. I can count the nights I spent awake in a tent on one hand, awake because I never managed to sleep in a tent. I have stayed in some neat places too. Like the &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_limpia.html"&gt;Hotel Limpia&lt;/a&gt; in Fort Davis, CCC Cabins on the edge of &lt;a href="http://www.texasbob.com/travel/tbt_palo_duro.html"&gt;Palo Duro Canyon&lt;/a&gt; and numerous bed an breakfast across the state of Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year we made a big decision. I bought a Palomino travel trailer. Now where ever I go I have my own pillow and my own “blankie”. With a full kitchen, full bath and air conditioning the closest we have come to roughing it is the time I forgot to pack my satellite dish. I’ll never do that again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Texas Bob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-1668238856568838674?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasbob.com/travel/index.html' title='Roughing it'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/1668238856568838674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=1668238856568838674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1668238856568838674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/1668238856568838674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/01/roughing-it.html' title='Roughing it'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBo34N5wjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J2K1RwwBiYM/s72-c/caddo_bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613628467428778806.post-4232229231735187426</id><published>2007-01-09T21:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:40:35.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Travelin' Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBiKNORMUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PtiXl1fQAfM/s1600/Copy-of-tbt_ph6-736313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526024670271320386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBiKNORMUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PtiXl1fQAfM/s400/Copy-of-tbt_ph6-736313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's what I like to do. Whether it is to see the sights or drive 300 miles to see the 1A Football state championship game, traveling Texas is my favorite past time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is nothing like waking up in Palo Duro Canyon and sleeping in Houston that night. It's a real Texas drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Years ago there was a wagon train moving West. They came upon a big sign that said "This way to the Promise Land". Those that could read followed it. Those who couldn't came to Texas. ... and Texans have been traveling Texas ever since.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope to take you along with me "traveling Texas".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Texas Bob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613628467428778806-4232229231735187426?l=txbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://texasbob.com/travel/' title='Travelin&apos; Texas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/feeds/4232229231735187426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613628467428778806&amp;postID=4232229231735187426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4232229231735187426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613628467428778806/posts/default/4232229231735187426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txbob.blogspot.com/2007/01/travelin-texas.html' title='Travelin&apos; Texas'/><author><name>Texas Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10920175037885787342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/S-HUDTyDmlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNCywHwb3AM/S220/Bob+M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee8zKaeEx5I/TLBiKNORMUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PtiXl1fQAfM/s72-c/Copy-of-tbt_ph6-736313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
