Pull Tight

I have always found unique town names interesting.  While driving last week, Fair Play popped up on my GPS.  Maybe I had driven many miles and was a little bored, but started to imagine what the origin might have been.  My best guesses were either a sports facility or a not very good theatrical production.  Or, maybe a daycare center.  Went on to look up the actual origin and it was somewhat disappointing compared to my fantasy.  An early visitor comment on being treated fairly by the original Anglo settler who went on to name the community Fair Play.  Too bad they never had a Theater.

Shrimp and Grits, very yummy.

"People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing" song lyrics by Paul Simon Went for a hearing exam yesterday. Some hearing loss as I assumed, probably from being around noisy farm equipment years ago and maybe from severe ear infections as a child.  Good news and bad news from exam... Bad news, I can't hear female voices.  Good news, I can't hear female voices

Watched Gasland tonight.  This movie should be required viewing, in my opinion, for everyone touched in any way by the natural gas industry.   Even if you are just a consumer it is important to see.  But, particularly if you live in an area of wells, processing, pipelines, etc, you should see.  The possible effects on our water, wildlife, air and landscape are cause for concern.  And, the lack of safeguards for those close to this industry whether living proximity or industry workers is alarming.  Watch the movie and/or visit the web site.

Although I have been there dozens of times, I never fail to take the time to view the hand exhibit when at the main Baylor hospital in Dallas.  Bronze hand casts of many famous people from the last half century.   If you are in the area, it is worth seeing.

It isn't the big pleasures that count the most; it's making a great deal out of the little ones. Jean Webster It is the little things that sometimes happen making travel with work a little brighter.  Found this place, Herby K's, in Shreveport surrounded by several blocks of abandoned buildings.  Crispy butterflied  fried shrimp on crusty bread, best onion rings I ever tasted, cup of gumbo and a bottle of Abita.  Perfect end to the day. This place has been serving the same kind of food in the same location since 1936. Hear it is standing room only at  lunch time (maybe next trip).

First, add one medium lizard.....