Patrick, how does Savannah fit into that? I remember when we were there a couple years ago, we walked all over the place in public with open beers, daiquiris, and other mixed drinks.
The ‘91 state law is for cars; cities are in charge of public spaces. Savannah has a whole tourist district that allows walkers to carry, Athens allows cordoned off spaces for events like the Criterium bike race. Patrick
Texas did not pass an open container law until 2001... I was just there, and somehow it got brought up. I looked it up, and it says that it started on Sept 1 2001, and after it was enacted, troopers ticked about 1000 drivers a month for it for the first 9 months.. Never had any idea drinking booze while driving was that popular.. never occurred to me to do it, but I am not much of a drinker.. Ran across a LATimes article written in 1985, where it states that 26 states had no law against it back then.. JW
I don’t know about all of Virginia, but in SW Virginia if they catch you walking down the street with an open container they give you a ticket for public drunkenness. That’s BS!!! Luckily our one cop town does not enforce it.
Well, here we go again. I guess unfortunately this thread is returning to its original topic, penguins. I am sitting in my porch sipping my coffee this morning thinking how terrible my life is going to be for the next month. If I was a depressed, bipolar, Suboxone addicted type of person I would probably be suicidal, but I’m not. I do have ideas in my head of how to make their trip less than enjoyable. That puts a smile on my face. Arguments between my wife and I have already begun. Seems she grows a set of balls every time her father is around. (Funny, my phone suggested that I use the word coming to end that last sentence. I changed it to around because old wiggly dick probably can’t come anymore.) I have a little over 24 hours before their arrival. I’m guessing sometime late tomorrow afternoon they will arrive. They are being driven down by their youngest son, the hyena. In case you forgot, I call him that because of his laugh. Sounds just like a hyena. Fortunately he has slowed down a great deal with his ability to annoy me. In fact for only being in his mid 50s, he slowed down a great deal in my opinion. Nevertheless he has idiosyncrasies that drives me up the wall. He likes to drink Michelob ultra, in the bottle. He does put his bottles in the recycle bucket, but he leaves the tops of his bottles everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. Argument number one with my wife happened late yesterday afternoon. I vacuumed the entire house Friday. When I vacuum it’s way different than the way she vacuums. A couple Christmases ago my son got her one of those shark portable vacuum cleaners. Yes, she does use it from time to time, but she only goes in the main pathways, or where she literally sees sand. She must think that dust and dirt does not make it anywhere else in the house, along with all the spiderwebs in the corners of every room. Cracks me up. Of course to vacuum you need to take every throw rug out of the house so they can be shaken to get the dust and dirt out of them. She never does that. One throw rug, the bathroom’s throw rug, I like very much. Last year before my Buick get together I scrubbed the entire bathroom floor because the bathroom smelled like piss. Of course I took the throw rug outside to be shaken. After I scrubbed the floor, and it had dried, the bathroom smelled so nice and clean. There were literally pee stains around the toilet bowl on the floor. Yes, old shaky dick. I understand that he has Parkinson’s disease, but if I couldn’t stand and point my powerful .30-06 phallic type object straight at the target, I would sit my ass on the toilet so I didn’t make a mess everywhere! So after the bathroom floor had dried I brought the newly shaken throw rug and put it in the bathroom. About an hour later I used the bathroom. Guess what? It smelled like piss again! Yes, old wiggly dick had peed on the bathroom rug also! I told my wife, and she told me to scrub the rug. I did, and I never felt so humiliated in my life. I’m scrubbing her dad‘s piss out of this rug? Not going to do it again! The Friday after I vacuumed, and shook out all the throw rugs, I rolled up the bathroom throw rug and placed it in my bedroom for safe keeping. She must’ve gone in my bedroom for something, and found the bathroom throw rug, because I saw it back in the bathroom yesterday afternoon. I confronted her yesterday afternoon and told her no! They are not going to ruin that bathroom throw rug because I like it! Go and buy another cheap ass throw rug that we can throw away when their visit is over with. She told me she doesn’t remember that taking place last year. It’s not my fault she has the brain of an amoeba. I did notice this morning the bathroom rug is folded up and in my bedroom again, and a very small, cheap ass throw rug is in front of the sink in the bathroom. The new rug is in fact so small that shaky dick would have to stand in one place and rotate 360° to get a piss on it. Another great thing about the small throw rug… when they get out of the shower they will have to step on cold tile. That puts a smile on my face, a big smile. In a previous post I told you I got two new air conditioning units in the house. Ever since they have been installed I have kept the thermostat at 74°. Not heat, but the cold side. My wife likes it likes it, and so do I. They are going to complain that it is too cold in the house, and their feet are going to feel so cold when they step on the cold tile.
You know, you could start scheduling travels timed to coincide with thier visit; remember Stephen the Aussie? He traveled the whole country crashing on people’s sofas and hanging out in garages. You’d ge welcome at my place for a few days and I’m sure elsewhere in v8-world. Mardi Gras is the week after Valentines; it’s a fun time, too… Patrick
John knows my door is open and I have room. Its 1/2 way to your place. He could drive 4-6 hours each day or 2 and have a place to crash for free for as long as he needed
You guys are the best! Fortunately, and unfortunately I have too many projects to get completed before summer. The projects that are named “fortunately” are projects I’m going to do where they like to sit and sun themselves. You’ll hear about them soon enough. Dang I’m devious.
Whoa! Day one… it is 9:13 PM, everyone filled their bellies, and there were a lot of people here. Shaky dick has gone to bed. The screech owl is watching TV with little penguin. And the hyena is tired from driving them down here. They definitely got much older in one year. I guess that’s a good one for my side. I had a giant family dinner tonight with more than 12 people here. I think now it was actually 14 people. I know the floor is a mess because I saw my youngest son‘s father-in-law dropped a big hunk of pork on the floor. His wife said, did you just drop that John? I said, no I just found it on the floor. Sloppy people. Anyhow tomorrow I’m going out boating in the johnboat with the hyena. Hopefully I’ll have some pretty cool pictures. There won’t be any girl pictures unless they’re in their back porch. We’ve always had big boats and you had to follow the channel in the intercoastal waterway. I’m going along the shoreline in my John boat with my 15 hp Evinrude. Nice white sand, plenty of cold beer, in a big box of Publix spicy chicken wings. It will definitely be a good day.
Dang, for day one I’m really happy, and I’m going boating tomorrow. I forgot what I was going to post.
Oh heck yes, I remembered. This is a really strange story and it starts out with a big Chevy 2500 HD towing a little tiny Harbor freight trailer with the Ford lightning cab on top of it. I know, that’s messed up. We should’ve dumped it in the trash pit. I’ll be back. I forgot the story again. Maybe I got Alzheimer’s, or I’m drinking too much beer because I’m happy
Oh yeah, Patrick! I am going to visit you one day. Do you ever go to Atlanta speedway? I heard their attendance is down. I would like to increase it by a couple people. I’ve been to Bristol, Talladega, Homestead, and I believe a couple other race tracks oh yeah Daytona. Atlanta speedway is the fastest!
It’s 11:14 PM and I have finally remembered. So we’re bringing this Ford lightning truck cab to a buddies body shop on a trailer. We just get done dumping it off, which every Ford should be dumped off somewhere. we’re leaving our buddies shop we see a GN going down the street. Alex goes to follow it, see if we can invite him to the Buick get together in a couple weeks. We actually meet up with this guy in my son Alex is telling him about the Buick get together. This guy bust out laughing and says, is your dad the old man with a big ass beard. Alex Runs down my window in the truck and the guy looked at me and says, holy ****, you shave your beard off. Turns out we knew him from years ago. He will be by on February 25
I’ve to AMS twice. I went to a race in the ‘90s and, one year for my birthday, my wife bought me the NASCAR Experience where I got to drive a cup car for four laps. It’s a cool place, and if I could go for a weekend and camp would like to, but traffic is SO bad that going for a Sunday race is grueling. Power Tour starts there this summer; at the least I’ll go watch people leave. I’d like to drive a leg or three; we’ll see… Patrick
So how are the Penguins doing? How is the zookeeper doing? Tuesday my brother-in-law and I went for a very long John boat ride in the intercoastal waterway. I was wanting to explore the west side of the intracoastal, but there were very strong winds from the east. So we went to the east side of the intercoastal where it was nice and calm. In these two pictures we are heading north. In fact we headed North for 15 miles. The second picture is the Lake Worth bridge going east and west. The east side is the beach. Sure did lots of racing over that bridge as a kid!
We hit the water right at the top of high tide which enabled us to go places regular boats can’t, even at high tide. We came upon what we thought was a bum encampment. That didn’t make sense though, because there are no bums in Palm Beach. So we went ashore and checked it out. The only logical answer was the condo to our North did not have any room for people to store their kayaks, canoes, and small rowboats. So people lock them up to the mangrove trees. I guess a good idea? It was a good place to take a pee because you sure as heck can’t stand up in a johnboat to go to the bathroom! .
Our next picture is quite literal. The intercoastal waterway was dredged way back in the early 1900s. The dredging ended up leaving deep pockets of water where sunlight did not filter through. Therefore there was no sea grasses, and no small fish. Over the last 20 years they have been filling in these deep pockets of water and planting mangrove trees all around them hoping to bring back small fish and get the estuary going again. I don’t fish so I can’t really tell you if it is working. A little while later we actually hit some rocks that were below the surface. Go figure, of course there was no sign. I now know to hug the Eastern shore line.
