Thursday, October 19, 2006

 

Eight Hours Away




I am in Alpine, Texas, high in the Davis Mountains. It is really a perfect place to write haiku; all clean lines and clear air and stars. Which is fortunate, since tomorrow is Haiku Friday. Be ready.

Tomorrow, I am speaking to the federal criminal bar for this part of Texas. Judging from those I had dinner with tonight, they will be a very sharp and interesting bunch of lawyers.

[Note to people in Alpine Texas-- the picture above is not the one I intended to include. I do not mean to imply that 16th birthdays in Alpine, Texas are celebrated by... well, by whatever the heck is going on there]

Comments:
So what photo DID you intend to include that would reflect properly upon the character and dignity of the people of Alpine?

This LP cover from "The worst Album Covers of all time" collection should probably be used as an exhibit in a criminal prosecution mock trial for statutory rape
 
I do like the way the guy has a beer and a cigarette as part of the celebration of Julie's 16th birthday.

The original photo was of the beauty of this area. Hey, shouldn't you be nursing that baby?
 
Res Judicata
Collateral Estoppel
Same song, second verse.

No repetition!
If at first you don't succeed,
You're shit out of luck.
 
Pure-- Excellent work. But a little early! I'd better get the Haiku party started.
 
The Davis Mountians are beautiful- my dads family is from Fort Stockton and we visit Alpine and Fort Davis alot

You should try to make it to the McDonald's observatory, or at least make the drive up that way- its worth it.
 
You should go to the largest vineyard in America out there. I was told it is in Alpine. They make the really crappy wine that I cannot remember the name for. Jugs and Boxes are in their line. Either way, I know alpine is pretty and I bet the vineyard is too.
 
The drinking age was 18, as it should be, back when this album came out. And no one cared if cute 16 year old girls had a beer with their grandfather, or uncle or creepy child molester dudes back then.

The baby was on my arm as I typed that
 
The drinking age was 18, as it should be, back when this album came out. And no one cared if cute 16 year old girls had a beer with their grandfather, or uncle or creepy child molester dudes back then.

The baby was on my arm as I typed that
 
What P didn't tell you is that he has spent a great deal of time working the screens at said observatory and wondering why everyone thought he could. It was all very confusing for everyone involved. We ended up being escorted off the premises with him wrapped in a screen.
 
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