Yesterday's adventures....Mike's thoughts

We decided to take a tour of the area from Rockport to Corpus Chrisri via the barrier islands of Mustang and Padre. Aransas Pass is about 20 miles south of Rockport. It is a small interesting town of about 8000 and on the mainland. Just across a bridge is Mustang Island State Park. We looked and looked and to no avail, could we see any wild horses. I don't know what I expected-another Misty of Chincoteague? Anyhow it probably was too inhabited with these big condo complexes to maintain any mustangs. Without the rain that they haven't had, there wasn't much grazing available anyway. Most of the grasses were pretty brown.


On the far end of the island is a ferry to Port Aransas. Now comes the part of the trip that irritated me. We lined up to board the ferry with our vehicle and next to us was a dude in a black car with the boom box speakers blaring so loud it vibrated our tubeless tires and the fillings in our teeth, and unfortunately the wait was about 45 minutes. I'm sure that everyone has had this experience at a time or two. This is the time I wish I was born a Dan Dierdorf size man. (for you neophytes who are not aware that he was a tackle for the Football Cardinals, he is 6'10" and 340 lbs) Get my drift here? Anyhow I would have liked to got out of my car, walked to his and asked him politely to please lower the volume on his radio and give hin a scowl on my Dierdorf-like face that said if you don't I'll rip off your face and feed it to the Mockingbirds. Well, to make a short story long, I was born with a somewhat smaller stature, and with a Milquetoast, Thurberesque Walter Mitty type personality. We sat and endured.

Every once in a while, not often, the genes from my Irish grandmother come to the forefront of my consciousness and in my mind I devise ways to punish the evil doers in my world. If I could be tried in a court of law on what I am thinking, I probably would spend some of my free time in the pokey.