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Robbing trains in North Texas


Today I am coming to you live from Allen, Texas. The city of some 70,000 — and about 25 north of Dallas — lies in the vast suburban prairies of North Central Texas. It seems as if the main activity of the city is growth as it had only 10,000 or so people around the late 1980s. One of Allen’s claims to fame is that it was the site of what was believed to be the first train robbery in Texas, which was pulled off by outlaw Sam Bass.

Just what I am doing here (back) in Allen is a subject of a chain of events. At the present time I do not care to get into those events. I will say I am staying once again with my friend Ross and his parrots Gabby and Jake, for how long I am not sure.

Allen is a completely different atmosphere from the funky, coastal, industrial Beaumont where I have lived for the last 15 months. That is not to say either place is bad, merely different.

My task at hand is try to get some sort of life-sustaining gig. It isn’t as easy to do as it once was but it isn’t impossible. With that I bid you a) dew b) a do c) adieu for the moment.

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Blogger on the run

I must be brief here. I am relocating to the Dallas area for what I hope will be a very temporary stay. I will be back on this blog by next week for more drivel and hopefully new mannequin pics. Until then, enjoy the reruns.
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Turmoil 'r us

Things kind of remain hectic for me. I still am holding out hope for a job or divine intervention (or a couple of thou). I may have to temporarily relocate to get something going. Got to run.

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That old "ESPN"

Somehow, I managed to be finished with my doctor’s appointment by 8:30 this morning at the local VA clinic. I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised because I figured, correctly, that my doctor would do nothing except refer me to a neurologist, which he did. No telling how long the VA will take for that appointment to happen.

My medical complaint this morning was that I have developed a case of the shakes over the past two weeks. It’s not the “wine shakes” because I have had a few drinks on several occasions recently and the spirits didn’t deter my tremors.

Of course, you can’t help but worry in cases such as mine about Parkinson’s or some other disease that could make my life an even bigger pile than it is already. I have the feeling though that shakes have something to do with my arthritically-tortured cervical spine. Maybe it’s a pinched nerve or maybe a nerve was damaged when I had my epidural steroid injection recently. Nonetheless, it’s hard not to be freaked about something like that.

Betti, my old friend from my Navy days in Gulfport, called me last night. She said before I even spoke that she had some kind of “ESPN” (her joking version of ESP)that I wasn’t doing well. She was right on several different levels. Still, it lifted my spirits to hear from Betti. Your friends help make all the other stuff you are going through tolerable.