Turtle Rabbits . . .
I drove into Carthage about 11:30 this morning on a couple of errands. First off, I wanted to drop off Mister’s leftover canned and dry food at some place that could use it.
I had tried to contact the local Humane Society, but had no luck. I found two different addresses and two different phone numbers for them, none of which worked. The first address didn’t seem to exist, at least to Google or Garmin, and the phone message was a lady saying, “You know me, I don’t do voicemail so don’t leave a message.”
The second one was way on the other side of town, admittedly not really that far, since Carthage’s not that big, but their phone just answered with the robot voice saying, “Leave A Message.” Also not very encouraging.
So I called the vet’s office where we had Mister treated to see what they recommended, and they told me about the City Pound that’s run out of another vet’s office, just north of the Wal-Mart, and they actually answered the phone. So that was where I was headed.
They were very glad to get the food, and especially the remaining insulin needles that I also took with me, so Jan and I were happy to see everything go to good use.
Coming back toward home, I fulfilled my other task which was to stop at Whataburger to pick up lunch. For not having liked Whataburger for over 30 years, we’re sure hooked now. And after all this time, I’m don’t remember why I didn’t like it.
When we moved to Houston from Montgomery, AL in December 1978, it was one of the first places I ate at after I started work at Johnson Space Center on the Space Shuttle program.
Being a new hire, I was put on the night shift (11pm-7am), which for me was like throwing Br’er Rabbit in the Briar Patch. I love night shift, but most of the guy’s almost considered it punishment. But for me it was great.
First off, I’m a night person anyway, if I have druthers. And I made more money due to the shift differential we got. Plus in the summer time it was cooler, and there was less traffic coming to work, it was easier to park onsite, and there were no managers so you could actually get some work done.
The management style at the contractor I worked for varied between Management By Walking Around and Management By Lurking. Many of our supervisors had no electronics background so . . .
Right about here in writing this(a little before 1am) we had our first nocturnal visitor here at the gate.
He didn’t seem to have a problem with me and the flashlight and camera, but just went about his business, snuffling in the grass for bugs and stuff.
Found only in the Americas, it’s hard to believe they’ve been around for over 60 million years. And looking at one it’s easy to see why the Aztecs called them ‘turtle rabbits’.
. . . since they didn’t understand what you’re doing, they were sure you’re goofing off and not really working.
I’m sorry, but if I’ve got a scope probe in one hand and a hot soldering iron in the other, and my head stuck in a piece of gear left over from the Mercury program, (no, really. It had tubes.) I’m working. And I don’t have time to explain to you what I’m doing, because the test director wants this running in an hour, and right now I still have no idea what’s wrong with it. (except that it has tubes.)
“Any one got a 6SN7 I can borrow”.
Anyway, circling back around to my original thought, at the time Whataburger was the only place open at 4 in the morning when we went to ‘lunch’. And I don’t know what it was, but I ate there 3 or 4 times and never liked it. And I never ate at one again until just recently here in Carthage, over 35 years later.
But after seeing all the frack workers come in with Whataburger bags, and our friend Chris Yust of C & C RV Insurance always raving about the place, we had to give it a try. And we really liked it.
Just think of all the delicious burgers I’ve missed over the last 35+ years or so.
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Thought for the Day:
“The only thing that is really free in this world is the cheese in the mousetrap.” – Old Armenian saying
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