Tuesday Schmoozeday

• There's a Texas saddle maker who died years ago whose saddles can bring thousands dollars when they come up for sale. Funny inside story: he was known for delivering those saddles in a Buick station wagon. The joke in the area he lived was he would throw his tools, the tree, some stirrups and some leather in a burlap sack in the back of that wagon and head toward where the saddle was to be delivered and what stuck together on the trip was what you got. Those saddles were also known for making life equally miserable for both the rider and the horse, but yeah- they don't give his saddles away theses days.







• Two people I know are from the same area up North and have lived here in Texas for nearly exactly the same length of time. He sounds like a total Texas hick when he speaks, but hates being here and looks often for jobs to get him back to what he considers home. If you have any ear at all you can instantly tell where she's from originally, but she loves being here, is a part of the community and would not trade being here for anything and reports only hating the fact she wasn't born and raised here in Texas.







• The other day I had a burrito made with potatoes, chorizo, eggs, mozzarella cheese, jalapenos and topped with salsa verde and salsa fuego- what a gut bomb. I was sick for 2 days. A friend said, They have something like that there? No, I ordered it and they made it for me... Yes, I special ordered something that would have put a lesser person in the hospital.







• A Beatles song I often forget I like, covered by Siouxsie And Teh Banshees- Dear Prudence.