For lame golfers like me, the game remains a mystery, especially when I watch the pros compete. For such a difficult game, they make it look so easy. Effortless some might say.
Every time I walk past our yucca trees in the front yard, I think about falling in, face first. Let’s say I’m walking in the yard, not paying attention, and I trip over some discarded beer can that a nice passer-by has casually tossed in the (lawn) grass. I fall face first into the yucca trees. Thanks, but don’t hand me a mirror. A thousand stitches won’t look pretty. Makes me want to dig them up. The points of the yucca’s sword-shaped leaves are has hard and pointy as any saber. Falling into a yucca tree, or trees, as is the case at our house, would be like running into a dozen men with drawn swords.
During the years of revolution against the dictatorship of Porfirio Diaz, many impoverished rural Mexicans turned north for hope of a peaceful life where they could earn a decent living and were willing to take the risks associated with coming to the Land of Dreams.
It doesn’t look like the new gun-carry bill will get passed this legislative session up in Austin, but the lieutenant governor and former radio talking head Dan Patrick hasn’t given up trying to get it done (see Texas Tribune story, page xx).
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