a couple of weekends ago i went with jennifer and her kids to the george ranch south of sugarland. they were having re-enactments of the runaway scrape during the day, then in the evening the failed mier expedition and black bean incident. (“what’s all that then?”, you ask — time to bone up on your Texas history, you cretin.) the day was beautiful and there was a lot of open land and the 1930’s george ranch house had a great two-sided wrap around screened porch. a lot of it reminded me of my grandfather’s house in art, Texas (except my family was a lot poorer than the george family so the house is much smaller and only one story). it really brought back how nice it is to sit on a porch on a nice day looking out at trees and fields and just doing nothing. i need to help get that house fixed up. then i need to figure out how i can live there or at least live closer to it so it’s convenient to visit. anyway, here’s a song that sort of fits in with all of this…
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