Let’s Hear It For The Tigers

1956 Pitahaya Cheerleaders
1956 Pitahaya Cheerleaders

I love this shot for these reasons:

  • the joy on the faces of the cheerleaders
  • the animated boys in the background, chock full of increasing testosterone, apparently holding up the roof with their palms
  • the cat’s eye glasses
  • the multiracial shoulders jam-packed against one another
  • the unadulterated glee on that girl’s face to the far left, and her friend who should have had a V-8
  • the girl on the far right with her hand to her chest, as well as the boy above her clasping his hands, both of them silently saying, “MY stars…”

I was born in the wrong decade.

Autumn in the Highland Lakes

Sans Souci 085A month ago we booked a lakeside rental along the Highland Lakes, not knowing if the week of Thanksgiving would be a balmy 90 degrees as in days of yore, or a frosty 29 degrees, as in other days of yore. One never knows in Texas. As the preschool teachers are fond of saying, “You get what you get, and you don’t get upset.” A nice sentiment, but not quite as catchy as, “Zip it, lock it, and put it in your pocket.”

As it turns out, what we got when we arrived two days ago was not sunny and hot; but what Winnie the Pooh might term a very blustery day indeed, with temps near freezing, and drizzle to boot. However, the foliage was stunning, as far as dying Texas leaves can be, so were not entirely disappointed by the dreariness of the weather.

And although we did not dare to jump into the lake, we did get to glimpse it as we drove along the meandering hills.

Always take your cameras, dear readers. We are older today than yesterday, and our memories fade as we go.