59 thoughts on “Tuesday Open Comments

  1. From last night;

    Super Dave says:
    January 8, 2018 at 11:21 pm

    ROLL TIDE!!! DAYAAM, Alabama did their level best to lose that game! But somehow, the ghost of Bear Bryant showed up to get the win……SIGH!!

  2. Once more;

    Super Dave says:
    January 8, 2018 at 11:25 pm

    Texpat

    Sorry, Super Dave, but I would rather have a seen a playoff between Oklahoma and Clemson.

    I think both of them were more explosive and exciting teams than Alabama and Georgia.

    Watching the game, I beg to differ.

    Shannon

    Did Alabama actually miss a field goal from the 17 with 3 seconds left?

    Don’t even get me started!

  3. FWIW; The second best game that I saw this year was the Dawgs N Sooners in the Rose Bowl.
    But my favorite game was Auburn and UCF in the Peach Bowl. I pull for Auburn if they’re not playing Alabama, but it did my heart good to see a team that had never gone 13-0, let alone make it to a bowl game, beat a top ten, team.

  4. I always root for the SEC team so I was not going to be disappointed this time around. I have one grandpappy from Burnt Corn, Alabama and one from Bainbridge, Georgia. I was rootin’ for the Bulldogs mainly because I didn’t want to see Saban tie Bear’s record.

  5. Once again, I was in and out of the frigid weather yesterday. I was having to drive around in heavy traffic with rain freezing on the windshield. I fell asleep somewhere in the 3rd quarter of the game – exhausted.

    It was a good game last night, but that Georgia-Oklahoma Rose Bowl was one of the best I’ve watched in years.

  6. #5 Hamous, so you know about the “Red Sticks”.
    As some of you may know, Baton Rouge gets it’s name from the red marker, that De Iberville saw on his trip up the Mississippi River that divided two indian tribe’s hunting grounds.

  7. San Leon, Dickinson Bay. Took well over a year to get the permit for that and the contractor just three days to build it. He floated in a track hoe on one barge and a tool shop on another. Turn about 120 degrees to left and you would be looking towards Top Water Grill. The 146 bridge is just out of view to the left.

  8. Oklahoma and Clemson both had their opportunities but didn’t measure up this year. Good football games are getting more and more difficult to find these days, but there certainly were a few this year, capping it off with last nights bruiser. Bama certainly made enough mistakes to lose the game, and Georgia played tough enough to win the game. Looks like Georgia prepared to defend the run, but the Oklahoma freshman passer picked the secondary apart. What an arm that kid has – he’s going to have to learn to put a little more arc on the long ball and take a little mustard off the shorter stuff, but he’s got a cannon for an arm. Overall, 5 star rating for this game. And the national anthem was outstanding. Halftime show, which somehow was held outside the stadium, presumably to preserve the physical integrity of the stadium and not have all the fixtures stolen, rated a zero from me.

  9. The ATF said four unidentified burglars broke into the Hanover Armory in Hanover, Maryland, on Sunday, January 7 around 6 a.m. and ransacked the store. The burglars made off with as many as 13 firearms during the break in. The ATF said they got away with both rifles and handguns.

    The ATF is offering $5,000 for information on the robbery and the National Shooting Sports Foundation (NSSF) is matching their offer making the total reward $10,000.

    I do believe one of these burglars is a young woman.

  10. Look, I take it back.

    I always said I would never live again on the West Coast, particularly California, but something has come up – an incredible economic opportunity.

    When food-safety expert Bill Marler saw The New York Times’ trend piece on Silicon Valley’s recent obsession with raw water, he thought he was reading a headline from The Onion.

    According to The Times, demand for unfiltered water is skyrocketing as tech-industry insiders develop a taste for water that hasn’t been treated, to prevent the spread of bacteria or other contaminants.

    In San Francisco, “unfiltered, untreated, unsterilized spring water” is selling for as much as $60.99 for a 2.5 gallon jug. Startups dedicated to untreated water are popping up. People — including startup Juicero’s cofounder Doug Evans — are gathering gallons of untreated water from natural springs to bring to Burning Man.

    While Evans and other fans say raw water is perfect for those who are “extreme about health,” Marler — a food-safety advocate and a lawyer — says the opposite is true.

    If the people of Silicon Valley are this stupid, the opportunities are endless for products to sell them.

  11. As a kid, our Dad would take us out to the deer camp. About 100 yards from the cabin was a windmill feeding a water gathering tank. The pipe from the windmill was just long enough to reach the tank, and at the end of the pipe was a hook made of bailing wire which held a tin cup. We never passed by that windmill without stopping and getting a drink of fresh well water being brought up by that windmill. It was cool and was the best tasting water ever. Of course, the tin cup was passed around and used by anyone who happened to stop by.

  12. We drank untreated groundwater for twelve years at my last abode.

    The raw groundwater I pump to my customers doesn’t really need to be treated. But there’s a reason to make sure that it’s disinfected.

    You’d have to be an idiot to drink some stranger’s bottled raw water. At any price.

  13. 16 Shannon

    You’d have to be an idiot to drink some stranger’s bottled raw water. At any price.

    Shhhh…

    You’re already trying to undermine my advertising campaign !

  14. 43 degrees in my driveway at 0600 today and 48 degrees here at the office Buffalo Speedway just south of Westheimer at 0640.

    So did the mission fail and the satellite was lost or is it in orbit exactly where it is supposed to be?

  15. From my friend, Jeffrey.

    A Matter of Taste

    At a wine merchant the regular taster died and the director started looking for a new one to hire.

    A drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position.

    The director of the factory wondered how to send him away.

    They gave him a glass to drink.

    He tried it and said, “It’s a Muscat, three Years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers”. Low grade but acceptable.

    “That’s correct”, said the boss.

    Another glass….
    “It’s a cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results..”

    “Correct.”

    A third glass…
    ”It’s a pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive” calmly said the drunk.

    The director was astonished.

    He winked at his secretary to suggest something. She left the room, and came back in with a glass of urine. The alcoholic tried it.

    “It’s a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant and if you don’t give me the job, I’ll name the father”

  16. #20 bone
    The “failure” is a clever ruse designed to throw off those who wish us harm. It’s prolly a spy satellite that is targeting Best Korea, but nobody knows what the orbit and its timing are so we can observe their nefarious activities

  17. #24

    I suppose the odds of finding a pair of shoes is pretty nil.

    Wonder why fake boobs don’t float to shore.

  18. Christene Dinning

    August 28, 1937 – January 8, 2018

    Today, I am remembering my mother-in-law, Christene Dinning. She left us last night, and as per her instructions, there will be no religious services nor funeral held for her. She believed in God, but was not a fan of organized religion. She donated her body to medicine, so she is already gone body and soul. This is one last thing I can do to remember her, to share my memories of her.

    Chris spent her life collecting the unique and antique, and that extended to her final illness as well. She was diagnosed with malignant melanoma of the eye in November of 2016, but Hubby and I did not find out until after Christmas. These melanomas make up less than 3% of cancers, but among the rare eye cancers, is the most common. There are no known good treatments for these cancers, and being a melanoma, it was aggressive. She was given 4-7 months at that time, but she participated in three clinical trials which slowed it down but which were unsuccessful in eradicating the cancer. All treatment was stopped in late September, and always the practical woman, she put her affairs in order and took a few “last trips”. Hubby took her on a number of trips to various Volkswagen car shows, which she had to enjoy from the front seat of his car, being too weak to go far on her own. She was always a fiercely independent woman, running her own show always, but eventually let me begin toting her back and forth to chemo, and then running errands for her. Hubby and I were always checking on her and doing what we could over this past year to make her last months as comfortable as possible.

    She had a lot of stories to share with me over the years, and particularly in those car rides. She, her mother, and her sisters spent three years living in a tent, year round, while her father was overseas fighting in WWII. I’m sure that experience helped to inform her frugality which defined so much of her life. My first vacuum cleaner was a Frankenstein contraption put together from several broken ones that she made for me. I used that machine for years! She was particularly capable woman, which came in handy with managing the rental properties that she and Tom acquired over the years, doing much of the work herself or with the family. One thing she didn’t scrimp on was her travels. Over the years I’ve heard stories about her trips to Africa, Greece, Japan, Russia (where it snowed INSIDE a building!), Hong Kong, Spain, Europe, Canada, Mexico….and on and on. She told us about tubing down a river in Alaska, for which they took an hour to suit up. While I was with her this past week, she shared her story about “pulling dragons” in Japan. She took a trip to Australia this past year, that being the one land mass she hadn’t visited yet. As she said her good-byes on December 31st, I said something about her traveling to only six of the seven continents, whereupon she set me straight – she’d made it to all seven! We have hundreds, if not thousands of slides and pictures of their travels.

    She lived the life she wanted. After we found out about her cancer, Hubby and I had a sit-down with her to discuss end things. Hubby left for a few minutes during our conversation, and Chris shared with me that she had no regrets, that she’d lived a full life and had done pretty much everything she wanted to do. One last thing she didn’t get to do was go skydiving with a friend. It’s a rare person that can say that about their life.

    Her decline became more pronounced over the past months, and especially the last few weeks. I knew how bad it was when she declined to eat any sweets on Christmas morning. Her sweet tooth was legendary. I had begun cleaning her home and doing her laundry some time ago, and I remember opening the freezer and finding five cartons of ice cream! She wanted to be at our family Christmas party on the 30th, but did not feel well enough to attend, even for a few minutes.

    She loved being under the care of our family doctor, and resisted hospice care until it was obvious to us that hospice could provide much better care for her, and the call was made on the evening of December 30th. I got immediate callbacks, and because of the insurance company unavailability over the holiday weekend, it was Tuesday before formal intake could occur. By this time, I had moved into her home to care for her; this is where she wanted to die. That same day, the nurse and an aide showed up, and they were there to support me until the end. God bless ‘em.

    During this past week, I’ve had my share of frustrations and humor, helping her through her last days. Except for the support of the hospice team, I was alone, struggling to turn her to avoid bedsores, changing her diapers, and I dang near ran a rut in the hallway flooring with the bringing of drinks to her, especially her beloved Diet Dr. Pepper. She loathed having her sheets changed, since that involved rolling her back and forth, and she did not want to be touched or moved. For a dying woman, she could summon uncommon reserves of strength to resist my efforts to care for her. Even on the last day, the nurse commented on her strength as she resisted putting a pillow under her head to assist with her breathing. Most of the week was not lucid, but she had moments of clarity. I was sitting with her on Monday, helping her through a particularly rough day, when she looked right at me and said “I need to get up, but I don’t know how!” It took me a moment to realize what she was saying, and it broke my heart. All night I heard her calling out “I need to get up! It’s time for me to get up!” And, taking my humor where I could in this situation, I had to laugh when, about 4:30 in the morning, she said “I need to get up so they can change my sheets!” It reminded me a child trying to manipulate mommy and daddy to get something.

    Later in the week, she requested her Dr. Pepper. By this time, she was pretty much beyond taking fluids, but she tried once. For the next five hours, she bellowed “Dr. Pepppperrrrrrrrrrrrr! Dr. PePPPERRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Dr. Pepper Ladeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !” It took some trips up and down the hallway before I realized that she didn’t really want to drink – or could drink – but it was her delirium. I’ll never be able to see a Dr. Pepper can the same way again.

    The aide came to give her a full bath on Monday, and as I helped her, I half-joked to Chris that she was getting all prettied up for a big party. It wasn’t until the nurse arrived to evaluate her that I found out how close that party was. She gave Chris another day, maybe two, before she took her final trip. That evening, I went to her bedside and held her hand. She had been unresponsive all day, and she was beyond seeing anything, but as I spoke to her she turned her head towards me. I told her that we were all going to be okay, and that she could get up any time she was ready. Almost immediately, her breathing began to change. I held her hand and reassured her until the end, and she was gone in less than ten minutes. She finally figured out how to “get up”.

    I’ve done nothing extraordinary. I couldn’t imagine anyone else caring for her this past week. She died the way she wanted – at home. I give credit to the Hospice Plus team: Orfelinda, the nurse, Nika, the aide who cared for her physical needs, Chaplain Greg, and the whole hospice team that called or visited daily to check on me and make sure I had what I needed, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. We were talking about getting an aide to assist with the more difficult physical aspects of Chris’ care, but we never got that far. I thank the neighbor Charlie, who so kindly watched over me during the week, and, most of all, I thank God for providing me the strength to do what needed to be done during this past week.

  19. #28 – I really do not know how to respond to that story. What a nice remembrance, and what a difficult job. You just helped her along until God’s other angels could take over I guess.

  20. I suppose the odds of finding a pair of shoes is pretty nil.

    Wonder why fake boobs don’t float to shore.

    #25: They prolly do, but they are much harder to recognize when not properly installed.

    They probably look like jellyfish.

  21. Schlumberger, Halliburton, Weatherford & Baker Hughes are the subject of this article.

    Venezuela is beset by recession, crime and stagflation. President Nicolas Maduro has cracked down on state-run oil company PDVSA. He has arrested the former head of PDVSA and over 60 executives with ties to the company. The purge has threatened PDVSA’s operations, and its decline in oil production has wreaked havoc on a country whose main export item its oil.

    Now, PDVSA is have a difficult time paying its bills. A few months ago, China’s oil & gas company Sinopec (NYSE:SHI) sued PDVSA for conspiracy to commit fraud:

    Chinese oil and gas company Sinopec is suing PDVSA for $23.7 million plus interest and damages, accusing the Venezuelan company of breach of contract and conspiracy to defraud.

    According to court documents filed on Nov. 27 in Houston, Texas, Sinopec USA claims that PDVSA has failed to pay for half of a $43.5 million order for steel products. The lawsuit was first reported by the Financial Times on Wednesday.

  22. Good news for the cowman.

    American consumption of red meat and poultry per capita is forecast to hit 222.2 pounds per person in 2018, up from 216.9 pounds in 2017 and 210.2 pounds in 1998, according to the US Department of Agriculture. That’s the highest amount of meat consumption within the last 50 years. Production of both red meat and poultry will increase in 2018, at the same time the US economy is growing and Americans have more money to spend on food, it found.

  23. When is the American Psycho Association going reign in its members?

    When they decided that a dude who wanted to chop off his frank ‘n beans was perfectly normal, I think that ship set sail.

  24. One wonders IF NYC has ever begun charging folks for PARKING on the GW Bridge? /snarkOFF

    One of our multi axle heavy haul drivers has made the “blistering” KOFF pace of NY side exit3 to NY side exit 1A (in the last 3+ hours) as he tries to get to Newark NJ

  25. California is taking it in the short; first the wildfires, now the heavy rains that cause mudslides. Sux 2 b them.

  26. #43, 44 – That’s one bunch that I just cannot seem to develop any empathy or sympathy for. Properly managed, those situations could be controlled but they choose not to do so. It’s not like these things don’t happen every year. Clear the undergrowth, plant soil holding plants, improve water control through new dams and waterways where needed. I’m not an engineer, but these problems could at least be minimized. Or, just lay a line of dynamite along the San Andreas fault and let it drift away to become a barrier island in the Pacific.

  27. Charlie has always been a clever writer.

    An insane president would threaten a significant tax increase immediately upon taking office following a financial crisis, and then eventually impose one on individuals and small businesses still in recovery.

    He’d impose job-crushing regulations on these same businesses as unemployment rose. He’d put a cumbersome mandate on businesses that upends the entire health care system just as the economy was finally turning a corner.

    A really insane president would blow nearly $1 trillion on a stimulus plan with little planning and direction, wasting much of the money on boondoggles (see: Solyndra) and then laugh at the lack of “shovel ready” jobs created. He’d then try to spread his delusion to the masses, telling them to ignore historically low wage growth, anemic economic growth and the massive amount of people who dropped out of the work force because the stock market rallied, thanks in large part to the Fed printing money instead of his own fiscal policies.

    Is Barack Obama crazy? No, but his post-2008 economic policies were.

  28. Looking at the OC picture, during Ike there was 7′-8′ of water over the land there. The two houses on the right are post Ike. You have to have the ‘ground’ floor some ten feet above the ground to build now. Every other house had water in them. The house in the distant left, and the odd yellow and blue frequently failing restaurant venture on the left, and a lot of the real estate in view, is owned by the guy who owns the jiggle joint Heartbreakers on I45. Never met him but am told he is a regular guy.

    I don’t recall Dickinson having the massive flooding like they did in Harvey. During Harvey we just a a high tide in San Leon. Dickinson is rather depressing to drive through. Lots of houses with RVs in the drive, lots of houses that look like they are abandoned. IMO the culprit is the bridge at Hwy3. It acted as a dam to slow the inflow tide during Ike and acted as a damn to hold the Harvey rains. The obvious flood damage is on the upstream side of the bridge. Flood water backed up to Manvel and flooded places there. Just a thought, why what once flooded, then not, while Dickinson did.

  29. Just curious and trying to gauge the depth of my ignorance…

    Who here knew that ‘handpicked’ wasn’t two words?

  30. The pic was taken Christmas Eve by my sister, thought it was cool, thanks Hammy for showing it.

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