I’m going to tell some pretty cool stories here. :]
Well yesterday, we all went to San Antonio, and there we hung out at the Alamo. I was sort of put off by the fact that my mother kept telling everyone that they were going to be underwhelmed, but when we got there, I was sort of impressed. I mean, we were standing on the ground where thousands had marched and (several less, though most Americans) and been slain. I couldn’t help but feel, in that small courtyard, a huge surge of patriotism as the man talked about what happened. He said that the accepted story is that the general in charge of the small group of volunteers gathered them on the last day of the siege and drew a line in the dirt. He told his men that if they were willing to die with him, to cross the line. All but one of the 200 men did. I honestly felt proud to be an American and a part of all the things that America stood for.
Then this evening, we, my family and I, stood on the bridge on Congress street and watched the bats fly out from under it for their evening meal. It was one of the most fantastic things that I have seen. I mean, watching the bats. They poured forth from under the bridge chirping happily and in the distance, the great, flocked, multitudes looked like smoke in the distance. As the bats flew out from under the bridge, you could hear them chattering, as well as the flicker of their wings as they beat them against the wind and rode the currents of the air to their next meal.
Unfortunately, on our way back, Harley took a fall face forward into the dust and twisted his ankle. He also cut open his elbow pretty good, but was a trooper. And now we’re enjoying a quiet night at home.
Ahhh Texas!
LE
