“Give Me a Sassparilla.”

Sign

I remember those cowboy movies and TV shows from the 50s and 60s when the above line would sometimes be heard. Writing this post I learned that while it was seemingly pronounced “Sassparilla” it is really spelled Sarsaparilla. Those words might also have something to do with the sign posted on the door of a beer cooler in a store in a little west Texas town. In 1863 Texas banned the sale of alcohol on Sunday’s. Guess those TV shows and movies never showed anything happening on Sunday, or maybe all those outlaws and ruffians only drank Sassparilla on that day. The laws were changed over the years, and today there are what is known as local option elections that allow voters to control alcohol sales in municipalities, justice of the peace precincts and counties. However, the no sales before 10 AM on Sunday is a statewide law. I guess they take going to church sober very seriously in Texas. The things you’d never know if you didn’t read this blog.

Pantaloons the Pigeon

Pigeon

Late last year we spent several months staying in Mexico at a RV park on the Sea of Cortez. There were many things that we saw everyday, people in nearby sites, food vendors who came through each morning, people who couldn’t park their RV, but one visitor came each and every day. We had a number of pigeons who would fly in and land on our site, but one became very special, so special it was named. It took a few days of my wife saying, “Pantaloons is back visiting again” for me to realize she had named one of the pigeons. Eventually she bought a bag of bird seed and somehow or other she always seem to put the seed out when Pantaloons was there. Life is what we make it, even if it just befriending a pigeon.

The Lights were off in Marfa

Plaque

The lights come out at night in Marfa, unfortunately we stopped during the day this time, so no joy in seeing the lights. (We have stayed in Marfa in the past and seen the lights at night so we know they are real. Real lights that is.)

This May not be Luckenbach, but It Sure is Texas

Driving down Texas Highway 90 today, which is about as much in the middle of nowhere as one can be. Mile after unrelenting mile of arid landscape unfolds along both side of the road. Then in the middle of all this nothingness what makes Texas, Texas suddenly flashes by. There is the myth of Texas and then there is the real Texas. And when you see a scene like this you realize they are one and the same. It is awesome to be back in the state we we call home.