ON TRIPLE CREEK RANCH: First, a view from the porch, then there's
the Redneck Spa (No Diving) which has seen and will see better days.
Next the Indian Spa (wet weather only) and then yours truly suffering through a hard day
at the office.
WHY DON'T HE WRITE?
Home Again, Home Again -- In the Middle of Nowhere
From the publisher, editor, writer, photographer, web designer,
virtual pan handler and world class procrastinator.
After getting single again, if it hadn't been for the kindness
of friends and relations I'd a been next door to homeless.
Fortunately my luck took an unusual turn and landed good side up.
(Now if that don't prove the Chaos Theory nothing will.)
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 ince living for seven months in a
small travel trailer with an adjacent office space (Lost Hollow), and then a single room
(Granite Shoals),
I have finally found a belonging place to settle down and call home (again).
Within sight of the intriguing Bull Head
Mountain and six miles direct-line from Enchanted Rock, this is the place where the last
years of Enchanted Rock Magazine was published. This was
also the location of the magazine's Annual Writer's Rendezvous (three in all), and the
place were I first logged onto the Internet to post the website www.texfiles.com back in 1997.Otherwise known as
"L.C. Schnider's Momma's Place" this is, for me, a homecoming.
Yea, I know, Thomas Wolf
claimed, "you can't go home again". But he was never the happiest camper in the
park -- or, to put a finer point to it, he was never homeless.
Anyway, with most everything boxed up in two
counties, all this locating and relocating took its toll. I wasn't depressed.
Just kinda frazzled around the edges, numb in the big middle, and suffering from a
fractured funny bone. Sadly, Ollie
Gravis, my curmudgeon alter-ego, seized that opportunity to head for parts
unknown.
Fortunately the Redneck Savant is back now,
lending a hand fielding long distance calls from all my new-found friends in India.
According to Ollie, speaking a common language ain't all that reliable.
"Why, they don't know the meaning of simple words like reckon. 'No
sweetheart,' I explained, 'I ain't wrecking nothing. I said I reckon.
That means something might, could be, sorta possible, maybe, kinda likely.'
And when I tried to explain that town was a fur piece the conversation shut down
altogether. That's when she asked if I could put someone else on the phone I said 'We're
already here.'
"This is what you get," Ollie
explained, "when someone with a high paying job gives a minimum wage job to someone
who'll work for next to nothing so he can give himself a raise."
(Run that by me again...)
Anyway, Ollie and I moved in on April 1,
wouldn't ya know. Yea, that's April Fool's Day. But in case you haven't heard,
fools rush in and get the best seats -- as you might have figured out from the pictures.
All this is a
round-about way to explain why Tourin' Texas has been on hold. And now, what with
the high price of gas, setting up house -- phone lines, electricity and such -- the tours
will be close to home... (and to your left is the refrigerator... ).
I truly appreciate your kind letters, e-mails and
continued interest in Tourin' Texas. As
always, any financial contributions, however modest, are sincerely appreciated. If
you're looking for a serious tax loss, or if you're truly financially frivolous you might
want to sponsor this effort.
Tourin' Texas Bumper Sticker: $2.50 ea.
Mail check to: Ira Kennedy, 2230 CR-112, Llano, Texas 78643
If you're really all worked up and anxious to display this on your car,
refrigerator or outhouse just e-mail
your name and address
and I'll snail-mail it right away.
I trust you and virtual handshakes are as good as any.
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