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Happy First day of Winter.

12/21/21 07:51 AM

#23249

Janalu,

A liberal's favorite song with the truth substituted for the pie(pecan? or pretty sure it is some kind of a nut) in the sky:

12/21/21 09:44 AM

#23250

Kurt Fischer

Steve:

You bring back memories of Tech football and the Masked Rider. I was there from Fall, 1969 through Fall, 1973 (one semester of graduate school).

When I was there, the northern end zone was a slopped grassy area with no seats. The Masked Rider would run at almost full speed up the track behind the opponents bench and then up the slope in the end zone area and then back down at full speed in front of the student section. Charcoal Cody was the horse until he was retired in 1973 after 10 years or so of action. Of course, we didn't have many touchdowns to celebrate with the vaunted "three yards and a cloud of dust" offense, but it was great when we scored. Frankly, the Tech touchdown celebrations were much more impressive than any of our opponents.

Good times.

12/21/21 10:54 AM

#23251

David Cordell

Kurt and Steve,

I always enjoyed seeing SMU's Peruna run across the field after touchdowns.

When I was on the faculty at LSU, my son asked if students would run across the field with LSU's mascot.

12/21/21 11:10 AM

#23252

Davic, Steve.

UT and TT fire "toy/pop" guns after they score where A&M fires a "REAL" Gun

Then is our Mascot "Reveille" great dog.

12/21/21 12:01 PM

#23253

Not only can Reveille bark but she is very musical.

12/21/21 01:35 PM

#23254

Kurt Fischer

Wayne:

I always enjoyed the story told during the A&M campus tour regarding the A&M - Baylor riot during halftime of their 1926 game.

Most of the time the tour guides didn't go into too many details regarding how the riot got started, but A&M cadets felt like Baylor fans disrespected them during the halftime show. Soon a full riot broke out on the field, with both A&M and Baylor fans clubbing each other. Unfortunately, an Aggie was hit in the head and died later that night after treatment. This further infuriated the cadets and (as the story goes), they returned to College Station, loaded an artillery piece onto a railroad car and pulled out on their way back to Baylor to shell them. The story says the Texas Rangers got wind of it and stopped the train before it could get to Waco, so no shells were fired.

I've read a bit and am convinced the riot took place. The story of the artillery piece and the railroad are a bit doubtful, but it makes a good story of Aggie enthusiasm.

12/21/21 01:40 PM

#23255

Kurt,

There are pictures of the train. Also the mounted cadets saddled up and headed cross country.

Both were stopped and talked out of going to Waco.

In the Nov 1973 Rice during halftime the "MOB" marching band goosestepped out on the field wearing NAZI helments and formed up the the shape of a boot and the anouncer stated "Remember that inside of every boot there is a heel". Later in the week their " Victory Tree" got sawed down.

12/21/21 06:58 PM

#23256

You all forget the scoring celebration of A&M. You get to kiss your date. Now, it may only be a TWU blind date, but a kiss is a kiss...lots better than a boom, pony, or galloping horse con Zorro...who knows where a really good kiss might lead?

12/21/21 07:36 PM

#23257

David Cordell

Lowell said: "You all forget the scoring celebration of A&M. You get to kiss your date."

David responds: "Does your date have any say in the matter? Isn't an uninvited kiss an example of sexual assault? Shame. SHAME!"

By the way there is a pair of radio commercials that clearly represent sexual discrimination. A life insurance agent who seems to specialize in higher risk clients says he can get life insurance for a woman even if she is "a bit plus-sized." That's not the discrimination. The other ad by the same guy says he can get life insurance for a man even if he is "a bit porky."

Really?? Plus-sized versus porky??

12/21/21 07:48 PM

#23258

David, Lowell

We are always close enough to our date where a kiss was welcomed. Depending how well you know her the better the kiss. It may be only a little peck or a good smooch.

Now for you electric guitar fans

12/21/21 08:47 PM

#23259

For WW II history buff with a lot of time I just discovered on YouTube there ahe hours long recordings of the CBS radio broadcasts of D-Day June 6, 1944.

12/22/21 07:26 AM

#23260

Wayne,

Reveile the cold nosed collie, had a very chile nose,

And if you ever saw her, you would say she really blows.

All of the other call dogs, used to laugh at her wimpy frame,

they never let her off leash, cuz she was such a ditzy dame.

Then on foggy Christmas eves, Thank God, Santa comes to say,

Stevie with your spelling so right, never join Wayne at an A&M game at night.

Then all the posters loved him, and they shouted out with a double T,

"Reveile the cold nosed collie, you'll go down with a hysterectomy."

12/22/21 09:04 AM

#23261

Stever, you quick witted but unrythmic poem cause me to post this as one of my favorites.

When i moved to Houston ini 78, my office and later my rent house was very close to Ray Hay's Rajun Cajun Restaurant on Richmond at the RR tracks just inside the loop. Cajun music juke box, Ray Hay (co hort of Junion Sample) taking orders and hollering at the current playing juke box song. Ate there about 1-2 times a week. My picture was on the wall with Mike West and Joann, his wife at the time. One of our hangouts... It's still open, but Ray Hay is a be gone pecan...

Cajun ness was a big part of my first few years in Houston....Became lover of crawfish...

Inside the 610 loop of Houston, TX, in 1974 a small, po-boy only restaurant named “Ray Hay’s Cajun Po-Boys” opened up at 4302 Richmond Ave. to young owners Luke B. Mandola Sr., Frankie B Mandola, and Ray Hay. Ray Hay’s Cajun Po-Boys brought Houstonians authentic po-boy sandwiches straight from the bayou country. With the oil boom of the 1980’s more and more Louisiana descendants migrated to Houston. Homesick for Cajun flavors and wanting to connect with their roots, Ray Hay’s Cajun Po-Boys was “A hit from the time the doors opened.” – Luke B. Mandola Sr.

In 1976 the trio introduced Houston to crawfish boils in the parking lot. These crawfish boils created a springtime tradition for friends and family. The boils were such a success, Ray Hay’s Cajun Po-Boys started serving fresh Louisiana boiled crawfish right out of the little restaurant, becoming the first in Houston to do so.

Luke B. Mandola Sr. partnered with Frank Messina to buy out Frankie B. Mandola and Ray Hay in 1981. With this change, also came the change of the name – Ray Hay’s Cajun Po-Boys was now Ragin’ Cajun, named for the University of Lafayette Louisiana “Ragin’ Cajuns”, where Luke B. Mandola Sr. graduated from in 1972.

12/22/21 10:42 AM

#23262

Lowell,

I just gave you a sample. The whole thing is a little more rhythmic. I love Justin Wilson. Did you eat those crawfish with a "little more" wine?

12/22/21 12:52 PM

#23263

In those days, as you probably remember, Texas only had tap kegs which were Texas manufactured...The closest thing to craft beer on tap was Lowenbrau dark, which was actually a Miller product, most likely bottled in Fort Worth.

Some places had Becks, or Anchor Steam or Guinness...I really liked Belhaven. If I ever start again, I will go back drinking ESB (Fuller's.)

So, I drank bottled beer. Most places just had Heinekens...but some had Shiner and Little Kings...Bock was rare. I hated Lite. Probably was on Dixie in a bottle, but not sure Ray Hay's had that.

One of the treats to being a dart shooter at multiple pubs in those days was seeing the evolution of the craft beer, as well as imported beer start to grow in Texas.

I have to admit though, if they had wine in a jug, I might could went fo dat.

12/22/21 07:12 PM

#23264

Lowell,

Justin Wilson was what I was talking about. He always put a little wine in his food and then a little more wine, and then he used a little more wine to drink while he ate. I mean dat made the supper jus rite.

One of my favorite stories told by Justin Wilson was the time he and a pilot got to drinking wine on their small plane. They decided to land at the Estherwood International Airport, Tire Repair Shop and Beauty Salon in Acadia Parish. He said he flu in over da cypress trees and he said, "I du believe dat was the shortest runway I ever did saw." After we got on da ground after clipping the trees and runnin into da swamp we looked back. "My was dat sucker wide."

12/23/21 07:04 AM

#23265

For all of the guys

12/23/21 08:44 AM

#23266

Steve...

Boudreaux and Thibodeaux were flying Cajun Airlines. Thibodeaux was flying the plane, and Boudreau was in the back fooling with the cargo equipment and stuff. The plane hit some turbulence and started bouncing around, and Thibodeaux got knocked unconscious. The plane started to drift. Boudreaux ran to the front and saw Thibodeaux sprawled out over the steering wheel. Boudreaux started to panic. He grabbed the microphone and hollered “Mayday! Mayday! Dis is Cajun Airline 10210. Thibodeaux, him, he be knocked unconscence, an’ I dunno nuttin’ ‘bout flyin’ dis plane!”

“This is the control tower,” someone answered. “Don’t you worry about anything. We’re going to explain how to land the plane step by step! Just leave everything to us. First, how high are you, and what’s your position?”

Boudreaux thought for a minute and then said, “I’m five foot ten, an’ I’m all da way to da front of da plane.”

“No! No!” answered the tower. “What’s your altitude, and where is your location?”

Boudreaux replied, “May, I got a po’ attitude, an’ I’m from Thibodaux!”

“No! No! No!” came an exasperated voice. “I need to know how many feet you got off the ground and where your plane is in relation to the airport!”

Boudreaux started to really panic by this time. He said, “Countin’ Thibodeaux’s an’ mine, we got four feet off da groun’, an’ I don’t bleve dis plane’s related ta your airport!”

A long pause --- “We need to know who your next of kin is and where to send the flowers!”

12/23/21 10:14 AM

#23267

Susie's brother in Tennessee is struggling, basically on end of life. No specific ailment, although he is type II diabetes and is a kidney transplant survivor 20 years. There was an infection in the artery leading to the kidney, but the kidney is doing well. That infection spread to the tissue, and they have been treating it with anti biotics. Weakness in his overall system has contributed to the inability to breath well and just putting in a food tube caused him to code a few weeks ago and he has been in and out of ICU several times since.

Somehow his son was (perhaps) coerced into signing a DNR. Both my wife Susie and his wife (nurses both) and he do not want the DNR, so they're going through the removal of that signature....They want him in long term acute care, like Kindred....regain strenght and get out...Susie is experienced with patient deaths from being and micu nurse here at Houston Methodist from 87 to 99.

What signing the DNR did was cause an "end of life" doctor to be assigned, start discussion on moving to hospice care and going home, and also counselor's all coming into the situation, being able to over rule his doctors and change the whole logistics of the situation...

My post here is to think twice about signing or accepting a DNR especially if some non specific healt issue (not cancer, not heart, etc...) has not been diagnosed.

Other than some terminally diagnosed illness, has anyone gone through something like this?

He is only 63.

Edit...I am getting this all second hand from my wife, via phone calls to her sister in law. As someone a little knowledgable about signing things, it seem odd ball to me that the son could sign a DNR and the wife somehow not or missed it...Wondering how that process occurred, if in fact it did.

12/23/21 11:07 AM

#23268