Where the Earl industry began


A replica of the boomtown that sprouted up with the beginning of the modern oil industry at Spindletop.

Oil has become a touchy subject in these “green is great” days. I consider myself an environmentalist although I stop short of hugging trees. But I have to be honest that, like many Americans, I have a definite love/hate relationship with the oil and gas industry.

That industry, while causing much of the pollution problems we deal with, has also made our life much easier not to mention it is next to the global communication explosion the reason why the Earth has become increasingly a global village. Sorry, perhaps it isn’t the best picture to use the word “explosion” when talking about the oil and gas industry.

The greed of some, but certainly not all, in oil and gas is next to pollution the facet of the industry that makes it most unattractive. I have friends and family members — none of which are greedy or that you’d know — who have made a good living from oil and gas in one form or the other. Honestly, I don’t know how much money I have made off inherited oil and gas leases and royalties over the past 25 years, certainly several thousand dollars and probably more.

It is with that long preface explaining my complex feelings about oil and gas that I begin what would otherwise have been a short post about visiting a local landmark in the town in which I live and my reasons for doing so.

After living some five years in three different incarnations in Beaumont, Texas, I finally visited the Spindletop Gladys City Boomtown Museum. There are two things Beaumont is famous for, well three if you include the World’s Third Largest Fire Hydrant. One is that it is the birthplace of the greatest woman athlete of the 20th century, Babe Didrikson Zaharias. But even more so it is famous for Spindletop, a “hill” (when you live at 16 feet above sea level it doesn’t take much to make a hill) south of what is now Beaumont where the modern oil and gas industry began on the morning of Jan. 10, 1901.

My reasons for visiting are simple. First, I was in search of something to do. Secondly, I believe one needs to eventually see all the landmarks one’s town has to offer. Finally, it only cost $3 to get in.

Austrian-born Capt. Anthony Lucas knew the aforementioned area had oil and so after gathering some investor money from several folks including money bags Andrew Mellon, Lucas got the best rotary drillers money could buy. The drillers, however, hit rock at 1,060 feet and stuck their drill. While trying to remove the drill, the so-called “Lucas Gusher” spewed out of the well and up to about 100 feet in the air. Some 80,000-to-100,000 barrels of oil per day flew through the air over the nine-day period the gusher gushed before finally being capped.

The boom was on. Everybody and their dog was forming oil companies and drilling. Businesses sprung up like those represented in the little replica town at the museum. One I had not known about was Broussard’s Livery. Being that they had horses and buggies, they were already equipped for what is always a necessity, a funeral home. Today they use Cadillac hearses at Broussard’s Mortuary. A number of other companies started up at Spindletop as well, like the Texas Company, J.M. Guffey Petroleum Co., Magnolia Petroleum and Sun Oil. The former companies became Texaco, Gulf, Mobil (now ExxonMobil) respectively and of course the latter Sun Oil Co.

Fortunately, some of these replica buildings have air conditioning in them, which are surely useful here where it can get kind of hot and humid. They have a lot of interesting relics in the museum, not just oil and gas related but an old camera collection, vintage printing presses and old mercantile of the kind one would buy in a boomtown provided one had not spent their last red cent on rotgut whiskey and a ride at the local harlotry.

If you ever find yourself in Beaumont and you are not just passing through or come to the area to rebuild or reroof homes from yet another hurricane, you should check out the Gladys City museum. I think each year on the day the gusher blew a reenactment is staged using hot, boiling oil. No, not really, I think maybe it’s water.

Idle floating casino looks like a fish out of water


Want to buy the “world’s largest floating casino?”

Recently, I was driving around the old downtown part of Orange, Texas, along its harbor where the Sabine River makes its last oomph before forming the bay-like lake leading into the Gulf of Mexico. During the start of World War II it’s shipyards, turning out mass-produced warships like the destroyer USS Orleck, sent the population booming from about 7,000 to 60,000 almost overnight. Today, Orange has about 18,000 people and is the smallest city to form a corner of the so-called “Golden Triangle” encompassing Beaumont, Port Arthur and Orange, Texas.

Long after the war, even as late as the 1970s much more activity could be seen on the Orange waterfront as it was home to a Navy base housing an inactive ship facility, or mothball fleet. It was there I had my first glimpse of a destroyer. Some of those warships were much older and with twice the number of smokestacks (a total of four) than the one on which I served in the 1970s.

Today, the Orleck is back but is looking mighty old. Preservationists rescued the first destroyer built in Orange from the scrap heap in Greece and brought it back to birthplace with hopes of it becoming a floating museum. Its status is now in flux after it was damaged during Hurricane Rita in 2005, and repaired, only to have lost its berth at a park downtown.

The port commission likes to call Orange the “Greatest Small Port in America.” And it isn’t unusual to see a few ships in and out of the port. I was a bit taken aback during my recent visit though to see what appeared at first to be an ocean liner.

It turns out that the ship, the MV Ambassador II, is billed by some as the world’s largest floating casino and is apparently seeking a home.

The 440-foot former roll-on, roll-off ferry was based in Port Canaveral, Fla., until last summer. When under way it can carry about 1,800 passengers, with 1,000 slots and 50 gaming tables.

All three corners of the Golden Triangle have ports so it seems like some folks in these parts who see all that gambling money heading east on I-10 to Delta Downs in Vinton, La., the gambling boats in Lake Charles and beyond maybe should start getting their nickels and other investment money together. One would think people somewhere would want to put out to sea, have a cold one and feed the ever-hungry slots.

At the very least, it would definitely make one hell of a party barge.

At 5 a.m., buffalo chips is all it means to me

US Naval Observatory Master Clock Time:
Fri, 08 May 2009 10:06:12 UTC

Time Zones:
Fri, 08 May 2009 06:06:12 EDT
Fri, 08 May 2009 05:06:12 CDT
Fri, 08 May 2009 04:06:12 MDT
Fri, 08 May 2009 03:06:12 PDT
Fri, 08 May 2009 02:06:12 AKDT
Fri, 08 May 2009 00:06:12 HST

What on Earth am I doing awake at 5:06:12,13,14,15 … on Friday morning May 8, 2009? That’s a good question.

Originally my quest was to record some music off Napster. Then it got complicated. Then once it got uncomplicated, listening to the music with headphones became complicated. Dang it. I just wanted to hear Chris Isaak sing Neil Diamond’s “Solitary Man” before I went to bed, along with Steely Dan’s “Night by Night,” and Tom T. Hall’s “Faster Horses” (a.k.a. “The Cowboy and the Poet”)

“He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains, he said, “it don’t do men no good to pray for peace and rain. peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity, and buffalo chips is all it means to me.

“I told him i was a poet, i was lookin’ for the truth i do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot i said i was a writer, my soul was all on fire he looked at me an’ he said, “you are a liar.

“it’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money”

Truer words were never spoken, at least at … now 5:15 a.m. Central Daylight Time. Hey, I’m on vacation so there is no school, or work tomorrow, or today, whatever it is. I live next to a Mexican restaurant and a one-minute drive to the Market Basket. Looks like I’m covered for nutrition even if the waitresses have to pull a .357 on me to have a margarita on the rocks. No salt. So to quote that great American, Alfred E. Neuman, “What me worry?”

Vacation time is here and there is too much to do

va·ca·tion
Pronunciation: \vā-ˈkā-shən, və-\
Noun stemming from Middle English vacacioun, from Anglo-French vacacion, from Latin vacation-, vacatio freedom, exemption, from vacare

1: a respite or a time of respite from something
2 a: a scheduled period during which activity is suspended b: a period of exemption from work for an employee
3: a period spent away from home or business in travel or recreation
4: an act of vacating

Yes, I am doing probably all of the above over the next 18 days. Since my best-paying gig is part-time, I will actually take a total of 5.5 days off from work. However, counting the days I am not scheduled to work, weekends and the Memorial Day holiday it is a pretty good chunk of time.

I do intend to attempt scaring up some freelance work because if I spent all 18 days off doing nothing except respite or vacating then I would be worth less when I return to work on May 26 than I am at this moment.

Camping is definitely in my plans. Whether I will be joined by friends or be camping alone is what I am awaiting to determine at the moment. One friend already is having to pass as he has other plans with his robot. Ahem. Then, I have to find a new tent. My old tent was destroyed by the Gulf breeze during that period of time I spent camping out weekends on the beach.

Also, I suppose I need to work on the blog. Perhaps I will revise the blogroll and favored Web sites. Certainly I should change the opening remarks and it is about time for the “Old Sayings Retirement Home.” Which I suppose will be No. 24.

So I have quite a bit to do this vacation, or should I say, quite a bit I intend to do. First though, I will have to make the difficult choice after publishing this, to:
a) Read some blogs. b)Continue reading the autobiography of Gen. Omar Bradley. c)Watch “The Situation Room.” or d) A combo of b and c where I read during commercials. Oh my, it gets me tired just thinking about making decisions. Perhaps I should take a nap first.

The (semi) naked truth threatens Miss California USA's crown

Having skeletons in one’s closet aren’t always damaging although they many times prove to be. But the damage can almost be guaranteed when skeletons are found in the closets of those who appear holier-than-thou. It is a fact of life Carrie Prejean is quickly discovering, or perhaps even perceived if you care to be cynical about it.

Prejean, Miss California USA, was first runner-up in the Miss USA pageant and many believe her answer to a question in which she said marriage should be between men and women only cost her the title. Of course, Prejean got mucho mileage out of that statement and quickly became the darling of the anti-gay crowd. However, her rising to the top of the so-called “traditional marriage” folks may not have been all that incidental and now comes word that she posed semi-nude at age 17.

Not, as Jerry Seinfeld said, that there is anything wrong with it.

Pageant officials are determining whether Prejean violated her contract with the contest by her prior modeling and by her working with an anti-gay group.

While I am sure many of Carrie’s fans are outraged that she is being picked on for her views, let me give you my cynical take on it. It’s got to be the best thing ever for Prejean! Whether her anti-gay stance during the pageant was calculated or not, she got a lot of mileage out of being the “injured party” for speaking her mind, especially talking about something so emotionally-charged. Whether her crown is removed or not, this latest development can only extend her 15 minutes of fame. Like the old saying goes: “There is no bad publicity.”