BEHIND THE SCENES Or
BACKROADS AND BOXING (Depending on the site you come through)
Greetings from the Texas Hillcountry. I am not there physically but I got KFAN streaming and its amazing how accessable the hills can be when they are are in your heart even if you are on the fringe of 09 Zipcode (78209) a testament to God's sense of humor as sinful man is transformed to the likeness of son. Those who know me and my darkest side should fall off there chairs laughing at where I wound up. Dickie Cole may view this as a sign of impairment. If he reads this I am debating whether not to air the misdeeds of this agency to state reps and senators. Robert Earl King Jr is Playing Gringo Honeymoon and this essay is meandering like highway on 39 west of Kerrville. Like 39 hits highway 83 I must get to a destination so this about what happened one July 06.
It was July of 06 and Sea World San Antonio was rocketing to its record season and it was coming out of my back this sight was a joyful burden and I had a weigh in San Marcos to cover. If I were an airplane I was at the top of altitude engines screaming and the stick was shaking like a mug as the wings were just about to run out of air to hold bird in the sky getting any pitch or roll response meant moving the stick a distance and add a pucker factor. Between Sea World and boxing I had more on my mind an escape living on Shiner Bock,smoked brisket ribs supplemented by filled bluegill and bass mixed with large doses of scripture was looking appealing. The thing was my bills and this site were holding me. The simple fact of the matter was leaving the weigh in I had two options either of which would have gotten me to my apartment at the same time. Devils backbone had a call on me the idea of hearing KFAN echoing through my car speakers was hard to resist. The choice was same time on the road one route promised adventure beauty and the only hint of the land I love. I guess you can see the photos below so you know which route I chose and BOY DID I NEED IT. I went through downtown San Marcos and back on the road my dad long ago had delivered mail on and on it I climbed. Close to Ray Wylie Hubbard's new home town it came out. Like an airplane suddenly going through a cloud top I started rising and rolling a bit and I saw the beautiful hill country. Somewhere after the girl who was to Texas to Nashville in a live interview described her version of "Ride Like The Wind" I came across the picnic area. I was enjoying the beauty and like man long dry sipping a Pecan Street Lager I was feeling the effects of the music the scenery and I could not resist some photos on my digi.
The drive continued and I once again my perspective on things. I relunctantly turned south on 281 and back to the sprawl of San Antonio and how it had invaded the southern fringe of hill country I changed my radio station to 92.1 KNBT. After those pics the music and the attitude something had changed between Wimberly and Blacno I had become a human again. I could have done a better job on the report from San Marcos yet it had not been for the trip things could have been a whole lot worse.
Go the Boxing World I write and Shoot or go back to it