I read an article the other day on the top sixty things to do in Texas before you die. I guess you could call it a Texas Bucket List.
Just by living in this great Republic and without realizing it, you could scratch off almost half of the items that are on the list. I am sure the person who wrote it was an implant from some foreign country like Utah or somewhere and was in a state of shock that he had to drive two days straight just to get to the grocery store.
Yea sure, I bet we all have things we would like to do before we finally take the eternal slumber and while reading the list, there were some I didn't care to do and others I would like to do. Then there was some that were not on the list that I have always wanted to do.
Let me give you a "for instance".
One of the things on the list was cook in a chili cook off. Well, you all know I do this almost every weekend
As you can see in the picture, we cleaned up. Along with the trophies, we won first in beans. This was Jessie's first chili trophy and she was so excited. Just that alone was worth the drive. I could not be more proud at her and her boy for placing. She has the bug now.
If you are wondering, those trophies are made from Harley Davidson parts. How cool is that!
If you know anything about Texas A&M then you know about their traditions and spirit. One thing I have
Scratch that one off the list.
Twenty three years ago I was able to scratch off "Play dominoes at the Dixie Chicken in College Station" off my list. This is a world famous little place set right off of the main drag,
Well this weekend I was able to amend the one I scratched off so long ago and add in "with my daughters". The place has not changed in all those years. It was like walking back in time when I was a much younger me. Her boy's mom and grandma came along and I think they enjoyed it as much as I did.
Dragging my butt back to the camp site at 1:00 AM quickly showed me I cannot party like a college kid anymore, but it was worth it.
Do these things really matter to anyone else, probably not. But when I am gone, those memories are all that will be left in the minds of those I leave behind. Those stories will be told to their kids and the memory will live on. Maybe, just maybe when they tell these stories, they think of me, sit back and smile.
Until next time,