The best place to find money out of doors
Is by the high school, on the “parent loop.”
On weekend mornings, it’s a likely source
Of pennies, dimes, and quarters; only stoop
As from a bicycle, and there they lay,
Dropped in what night amusement, who can tell?
The most I’ve ever found, a worthy prey,
Was twenty dollars - two crisp tens. Why dwell
On what failed purchase left them ownerless,
Spent, on the pavement? Just because it’s fun
To speculate. Sex? Drugs? Bills won’t confess
Why some kid let them drift, or had to run.
And so bemused I ride, eyes on the ground,
And think my stoop repaid by money found.
(12-28-2015, 11:09 AM)billy Wrote: please tell me where you live
Texas* (don't hold it against me, it's got some sharp points and rough edges).
@rayheinrich - The candy is for sore throats (no double entendre there, right?)
*And no GPS coordinates, OK? Find your own patch to pick up beer money, this one's mine!
Far's my count goes: It's up to a triple entendre now with a little bit of extra innuendo on the side.
Even more off-topic (brought up by an incident this morning):
I'm a Texian living on the Gulf Coast (3 blocks from Burnet Bay just off the Houston Ship Channel).
Your credentials would be in question with a few of my old-school neighbors. They consider anyone
living in Dallas or above to be a Yankee. They are suspicious that living that far north has somehow
tempered the xenophobia and racism they consider necessary to be considered a true Texan.
That said, they make good neighbors and will treat you well and honestly as long as you are white
(not the U.S.Census version of it). My other neighbors comprise a diverse group, which makes the
xenophobia around here delightfully varied (my Ecuadorian neighbors, for instance, think Peruvians
are low-class scum, not fit to be called human).
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
(12-28-2015, 11:09 AM)billy Wrote: please tell me where you live
Texas* (don't hold it against me, it's got some sharp points and rough edges).
@rayheinrich - The candy is for sore throats (no double entendre there, right?)
*And no GPS coordinates, OK? Find your own patch to pick up beer money, this one's mine!
Far's my count goes: It's up to a triple entendre now with a little bit of extra innuendo on the side.
Even more off-topic (brought up by an incident this morning):
Let's see how this works:
Quote:I'm a Texian living on the Gulf Coast (3 blocks from Burnet Bay just off the Houston Ship Channel).
Your credentials would be in question with a few of my old-school neighbors. They consider anyone
living in Dallas or above to be a Yankee. They are suspicious that living that far north has somehow
tempered the xenophobia and racism they consider necessary to be considered a true Texan.
That said, they make good neighbors and will treat you well and honestly as long as you are white
(not the U.S.Census version of it). My other neighbors comprise a diverse group, which makes the
xenophobia around here delightfully varied (my Ecuadorian neighbors, for instance, think Peruvians
are low-class scum, not fit to be called human).
Ya got me pegged, pardner - only a naturalized Texan, but I got here as fast as I could ('85), so "Yankee" doesn't bother me. Used to work all over the state (El Paso included), but now retired in the North (that is, north of the Brazos).
Non-practicing atheist
- only a naturalized Texan, but I got here as fast as I could ('85), so "Yankee" doesn't bother me. Used to work all over the state (El Paso included), but now retired in the North (that is, north of the Brazos).