Little old me!
I could not help but take her by the arm and lead her to safety a little further uptown where the decent girls walk about unmolested by mashers, muggers, perverts and other ill-assorted undesirable types. (for the latest Texas weather report, click the above paragraph)
Yes. At least. I say! Quite, Bill. Quite. Yes.
And then, not too long later, I was on my way to a small and quiet village beside the tar pits - LA - when I heard this lad singing out through the radiant spectrum about the housing situation and various other social conditions back in Ostentatious, provincial capital of The People's Republic of Travis County. (click here for driving directions)
I realized then and there where I had gone wrong, missed my turn, got on the wrong route. I turned around and got on a back road, a little shortcut I learned many decades in the past in avoidance of El Ranch Diablo. Somewhere near Calexico, I was overwhelmed with fatigue when I saw the flickering neon of a friendly little spa in the distance. (click here for a rating and review of the accommodations)
At any rate, my traveling companion and I have found the Elephant burial ground, located not too far from here, and have been busy carving scrimshaw into the ivory we gleaned from the muddy banks of the bayou. Let me show you my wares, cuz. Private showings by appointment in a quaint little shop located in La Zona de Tolerancia, just the other side of the Rio Bravo here in suburban Nuevo Laredo. (click here for an audio sample of local attractions)
Libby does keep me up in style. (click here for a heirloom portrait snapped of us in downtown Old Guerrero Church, Tamaulipas, not long ago)
- The Legendary,
Traveling mayor of Snook, Texas
Nice work if you can get it, and you can get it - like - ain't you heard. The folks put coffee in the coffee in Brazil. Yeah. (click here to make charter flight reservations)
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