



We spent a long weekend in Ft. Worth and caught this 4pm daily cattle drive in The Stockyards. The day before had been a lovely sunny and 75, but a cold front took it down to freezing that night, and folks were bundled up in scarves and hoodies.

This guy led the drive down the cobblestone street.

That solid longhorn (in beautiful burnt orange!) made me laugh, because he kept nudging the cow in front of him with his horns.
It only lasted a few minutes, but it was hard not to want to step out and touch them.

Big Hoss brought up the caboose, and then it was over. Afterward, we got some old-time bottled soda and meandered through the shops. A fun way to round out the twilight hours. But this sign did catch my editor’s eye and caused me to grimace.


Before there were Walgreen’s on every corner (and I mean EVERY; there are FOUR Walgreen’s within a 10 minute drive of my home), there were Walgreen Agency Stores. Over the past decade, I have watched them pop up every couple of miles, wishing I had invested money in their stock way back when. Myself, I hit a Walgreen’s a couple times a week, whether for Loreal haircolor, dollar cans of Arizona green tea, a six-pack of Blue Moon, or a BOGO set of Russell Stover dark chocolates. Plus, that’s where our doctors send all the prescriptions that we never use because they’re worthless dung. But drugs aside, it’s way faster than the grocery store, and I don’t have to push a cart. Is there a Walgreen’s in your neck of the woods?




And lastly, I imagine this fella doesn’t mind the three ladies impressed by his skills.


These happy patrons were enjoying Wurstfest, a Texas tradition since 1963. Held annually in New Braunfels, Texas, they offer “good food, music, dancing, exciting carnival rides and games, German, Texan and domestic beer, special events and the finest in Alpine and Bavarian Style Entertainment.”
This sign from the 1975 event reveals that the drinking age was then 18, not 21.
Local colleges had been preparing students for weeks.
University of Texas students who could not travel to New Braunfels participated at home, drinking from kegs in homage to Alpine and Bavarian tradition.
These gals didn’t even mind singing for their supper frosty mugs of beer.
What about you? Would you sing a chorus for an ice cold beer?
Okapis are odd creatures. Like God reused zebra leg parts on them. Maybe that’s why their name sounds like “Oh, copy.”
I don’t know what this is, but it’s licking a pole. Maybe an antelope.
Licking a pole. I’m pretty sure that’s part of Miley’s latest cardio routine.
And you know what this is. Doesn’t his foot look uncomfortably contorted? Rhinoceros horns are made from a protein called keratin, the same substance used in my Suave hair treatment.
This thing getting right up in your face is a hyena. Reminds me of when Mufasa got right up in those young hyena’s faces in The Lion King. Don’t let their dingo-dogginess fool you. Death to hyenas!
Then there were some birds:
pink flamingos, which remind me of a Port Aransas souvenir t-shirt I scored in the 80s
whatever these are (maybe zebra birds)
and this duck, who seems to be saying to the turtle, “Zero bothers given.”
And that’s the last of the San Antonio Zoo pics. Now I have to go bake some brownies and clean off the back porch table so the boys can eat crispy beef tacos out there for dinner (we always have a 0% chance of rain, so no worries of precip) and take some Vitamin D supplements that won’t absorb in my body anyway and get the hub’s load of laundry out of the washer and into the dryer, and at some point get to the store to try out that Dr. Scholl’s foot assessment machine and see if their $50 insoles can help my heels feel better. Hope you have a good weekend!

The University of Texas Phi Delta Theta fraternity denied imitating the then-popular Late Night With David Letterman habit of dropping stuff of the Ed Sullivan Theater, asserting that their annual “Round-Up Roof Extravaganza” began prior to the show’s first air date. Earlier drops included eggs and melons, then televisions and microwaves, and finally (as seen in this 1987 image) a motorcycle. I guess they weren’t familiar with collateral damage?