Mason,Tx -Gem of the Hill Country
I just spent the most pleasant 2 weeks I can recall of late at the Mason City,TX RV Park in the Western Hill Country. Mason’s claims to fame are Fred Gipson, the fella that wrote Old Yeller was born and raised on a cotton farm in Mason County. The movie premiered in 1957 right on the Square in Mason at the Odeon Theater which is still in business. It has been said as well that Mason has one of the Top 5 Town Squares / County Courthouses in all of Texas.
I have traveled on
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The total number of days between Saturday, July 5th, 2014 and Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 is 236 days.
This is equal to 7 months and 21 days.
If you’re counting workdays or weekends, there are 168 weekdays and 68 weekend days.
236 days is equal to 33 weeks and 5 days.
The total time span from 2014-07-05 to 2015-02-25 is 5,664 hours.
This is equivalent to 339,840 minutes.
Tearing down the gate.
The call; it wasn’t unexpected ya know. When all the rigs moved out of here end of August I remember thinking ‘If I can just make it to mid-September and get that paycheck, it
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“That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!”
— King Henry V by William Shakespeare
December 2013 – A foggy morning in South Texas
59 years old in a coupla weeks folks and I was talking to BFF Cait a few days back. She is still at Osan AFB, South Korea
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Back in the the Oil Patch of South Texas and the scenery seldom changes. Seems like we never left ya know. Any oil field gate guard with a few months in the saddle knows where I am coming from.
The absurdity of where we find ourselves on this day, today, in America weighs on my mind. The unraveling continues unabated and it seems there is nothing left that will slow it. Being involved in the shale oil boom during the waning of our country is proving to be an insular experience. We don’t see the homeless with their cardboard begs at
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