The Adventures of Fric and Frac: Adventure 61: Corpus Christi, TX/Post A

Hookem' Horns

Even though I managed a veinte cuatro, my Hunny Bunny slapped me upside the head like a good Texan should this morning in the South 40 open, which made the overall score 9-7 in my favor. However, here in the windy, gray, and smelly resort town of Corpus Christi, I am leading after a one game victory (Here, we will have several games). Many of you know that my Hunny Bunny enjoyed a productive career primarily as an elementary math and science teacher, although she did handle all subjects for a number of years. With this knowledge in mind, it might surprise you that one of her wiliest maneuvers is the old fifteen-two, a pair for four, and a pair for eight trick. I know she can add, which begs the question….? Our drive down from Giddings was uneventful, and we scouted out our next stop, which is Goliad State Park. The park is right next to the town, which is another of Texas' historic places. It has a really neat town square, some grand old Victorian houses, and an old battle site less famous, but of the same ilk as the Alamo. We had lunch at the local delicatessen, which was yummy, especially the pecan cobbler. At lunch, one of the locals chatted us up at first about basketball (We were wearing our Zag sweatshirts), and then about our trip in general. He (John) is a retired lawyer who used to be the chairman of the board for University of Houston. He and his equally garrulous wife lived in Rockport, Texas for most of their lives, but now they've bought a three thousand acre ranch so John can push things around with his tractor. His wife, Betty, had a vice grip on Judy's hand as we stood by their table. She said, "Oh, that's your Airstream. Can I see it?" I said, "Yes, but it's a two block walk." She replied, "I'm past my walking days. These days I only walk to the table." Maybe when we go back in five days, we will meet up with these two again. Who knows-maybe a tour of Frac and a tour of the ranch will be in order. The rest of the lunch crowd ogled us as well. I was smartly dressed in a Zag sweatshirt, cargo shorts, short wool socks, and Crocs. It's no wonder they couldn't take their eyes off of me! For now, we've out run the freezing cold, but the weather forecast for the next five days is a far cry from the snow bird weather we'd hoped for. On the other hand, we haven't spent much time in Frac, so reading, napping, painting, studying, playing cards, (Did I say napping?) is in order. Oh, one other thing. Judy saw a pecan shop, so we made a Uwie. Then she saw a Kalachi store, so we made a Uwie. You all know pecans, but it's different when they are fresh off the trees. It's sort of like eating fruit in Costa Rica. The Kalachis must be something special, too, because every bakery and convenience store advertises them. Judy chose a gooey raspberry one that we snarfed down before you can say U-turn. Our little home for five days is right down town. It has been in business since 1933, and though it is well past its prime, it's well kept and will serve nicely as our base for exploration. We're pretty self contained in Frac, and so far on this trip we've neither fraternized nor been bothered by our neighbors. It's not that we're unfriendly, but we don't have a little rat dog to walk, and we don't spend much time sitting in the lawn chairs. All of this has surprised us because we thought we'd have much more trailer time than has happened so far. The only down side lately is that our bicycling time has been cut short either by our wimpy, fair weather attitudes, or by our do-gooder efforts as volunteers. Pretty soon we'll just have to be too tough to care, or we'll just watch people exercise on TV (That ought to burn a few calories). That's all I can think of to report. As usual, life is good, especially today.

I walked into the store, and the nice white haired Texas lady exclaimed, "You remind me of my son. He don't wear long pants, neither."

A couple of Judy/Tim bites later we had to think about a U-turn.

The mission Nuestra Senora Del Espiritu Santo, established in 1749, is just South of Goliad, Texas.

Our lunch of a Hot Pastrami Sandwich and World Famous Cream of Jalapeño Soup (It was pretty good) was topped off with a way over the top piece of pecan cobbler.