Searching For Elvis

Denise and I went to the Elvis Festival in Tupelo on Saturday and were looking forward to spotting Elvis as we went from place to place enjoying the sights. We didn't see him but we finally found where he parked his car and waited around hoping to snap his picture. Denise got all fluttery and tried to get in the car but I held her back and we took a picture before we headed home. Damn! That Elvis is an elusive character!

Smiling Over Times Square

A former Water Vallian took this picture while he was walking in Times Square. That is in New York City where they make that cheap Picante Sauce. The picture is of our hometown girl Connie Wilson. She hasn't even been to New York in ages.

Paul's Vacation Photo IV

Paul said it took all of his driving skill at 90 mph to turn the car into a controlled sideways skid to be able to fill his pronghorn antelope tags for the next 4 years.
He said the vacation is going great but for some reason, Wanda's hair is turning white and none of the kids will talk to him.

Paul's Vacation Photo III

Paul and Wanda are still up at Yellowstone enjoying their vacation. Going down the road yesterday, Wanda had to forcibly grab the wheel to save this poor Moose from becoming a statistic. Paul is still mad about it but fortunately I won't have to explain another bloody encounter by my Evil brother with a big game animal to the Duchess. (or the Police)

Paul's Vacation Photos II

Paul sent this photo of a buffalo trying to cross the road. The next picture he sent was so bloody and gross I could not post it. Needless to say the poor buffalo did not make it across the road. I think Paul had to accidentally run over it 3 or 4 times. Paul and Wanda cooked out that night and had fresh buffalo burgers.

Paul's Vacation

Paul is vacationing at Yellowstone this week. I am sure there is not a bear, deer, buffalo, elk or big horned sheep that is safe in the whole park. He sent me his first vacation photo today. He managed to swerve off the road and bag this big buck on the way up there.

Confusion While Hunting

So you are at the famous Christmas Place Hunting Club up in a white oak tree waiting for a big old buck to come out and suddenly a large group of elephant-like animals come out of the thicket and come over to your tree and start eating acorns right off the tree. They're blaring and huffing and grunting and making all kind of racket while they look you in the eye or poke you with their trunks and you realize that you need to make a decision. Are they Mammoths or are they Mastodons? See how confusing it is?

Graduated At Last!

Sarah Howell graduated with Distinction this past Thursday Night with the Gulfport High Class of 2012.

An Eerie Text

I received a strange and eerie text late last night and thought it was humorous for a minute until I realized the signature at the bottom was "Wandering Jack". Jack is the strange Vampire that lives on the Christmas Place and checks in with me from time to time about his life and what is going on in the Supernatural world. I wrote about him in The Collector and in Ghostwriter. He wanted to remind me to go see a movie that parallelled our lives and his story. Dark Shadows starts tonight.

I Name You "Evil Dog"

Camo, Hellhound of the Delta, I name you "Evil Dog", Barker in the Night, Howler at the Moon, Snorer in the Dawn, Hater of the Deer, Beggar of Treats, King of Shedding Fur, Butterball to the Gods, Growler at Birds, Sleeper on Watch, Pooter under the Bed, Master of Revolving Doors, Front Seat Hog, I name you "Friend of Thunderhoof the Unspeakable", Traitor to Deer Hunters, Sniffer of Possums, Runner of Armadillos, Hater of 4-Wheelers, 16 Hour Sleeper, Beggar at the Table, Smeller of Turtles, Noise Maker of Automobiles, Chaser of Bumblebees and Worthless Tracker of Wild Hogs

Have you heard Rick Riordan has published his new book called The Serpent's Shadow

My Dog's Disdain

I told my dog, Camo, all about how this elephant could play the harmonica and was probably traveling with a cool band somewhere while she was laying on the porch not doing a damn thing. She was not amused.
Groovy Elephant Tunes
If an elephant can play the harmonica, then my worthless dog ought to be able to play the guitar at least or maybe get the energy up to jump through a hula-hoop.
Which brings me back to figuring out what the hell the Duchess is thinking. My dog hates monkeys. Hates 'em. You think I'm weird. Go check out Bridget, she has the same problems I do.

Can Sarah Swing On A Star?

The question about graduating from High School is are you going to do anything with it?

Double Decker Checker

This weekend is the famous DoubleDecker festival in Oxford. The weather is great and it is a fun time to drink, wander around the square and get reacquainted with the town. It is also great for riding the bus or sitting at a table checking out the beautiful women. Bands are tonight and I want to sit out on one of the overhead balconies and listen to it while I relax with Denise.

Sarah-vs-The World

Sarahs Graduation

Wrong End Of A Rat-Killing

Saturday in the cool weather it was a struggle to survive and play golf at the same time. We played 2 rounds and came out in a dead heat. (tied). We went back to camp exhausted from the weather and waited for Sunday to play at Benton in warmer weather. Sunday started the same for our tewam. Bad and then is got worse and Greg Jones, Kenny Taylor and I found ourselves on the wrong end of a rat-killing. Paul, Trent and Larry Trent beat the crap out of us. Of well, revenge is best served cold.

Golf Camp

We are leaving tomorrow for Golf Camp. Trent, Greg, Barry Weeks, Larry Trent, Kenny Taylor and myself. It is going to be a double bogey kind of weekend. Then there is the night life. Beer, catfish, crawfish, beer and beer.
36 holes at Silver City out from Belzoni and 18 holes at Benton on Sunday.
We are also going to try and get 18 holes in on Friday afternoon at Yazoo City.

Barn-Storming Thunderhoof

We found an interesting picture in the old trunk that was discovered at the famous Christmas Place. This picture is of the famous Barnstormer, Dare Devil and Wing Walker, Tyrone P. Remington who was once a member at the famous Christmas Place. This brave pilot had a plan and swore to kill Thunderhoof out of his new fangled flying machine and flew off to judgement. The story we pieced together was this.
Captain Remington grabbed his shotgun and took off in his bi-plane and began to circle the large fields on the Christmas Place, Thunderhoof had never seen an airplane and promptly ran out of the woods to the center of the field to watch this thing buzz around his head. Remington spotted the giant buck standing there watching him circle and became unglued. As he zoomed past he promptly shot the wing off his plane, made a couple of loops and twists and crashed up near the lake. Thunderhoof watched in amazement and finally trotted back into the woods. The famous pilot was buried in Yazoo City still clutching his shotgun.

Hunter's Last Hurrah

This past weekend we also went to a wingding to celebrate my cousin Hunter's forthcoming wedding. His fiancee's name is Kelly. She is beautiful, and delightful to be around with her sparkling personality. The family is very lucky for her to be joining up with the Howells. On the other hand Hunter works for Exxon, so we all have to lock our gas caps and hide our wallets around him. It is almost as bad as being around lawyers. Truthfully, Hunter is quite a nice guy himself, is of the highest character and they make a great couple.

Mikey In Pearls

This weekend Paul and Wanda were up for the Awards ceremony for their daughter Hillary. Meanwhile, back on the coast, we found out what their son Michael was doing for the weekend. A little rouge, a little lipstick, a tight dress, a sly wink and ready to go. (not that there's anything wrong with that) Presenting Michael in Drag. This is really for their Womanless Beauty Contest to raise money for their Mission Trip to Russia.