When my dad and I first drove into Inks Lake, the first impression was that the park design was horrible. This was upon receiving the map. When we drove off to the camping site, my dad found my directions weird and funny (left, left, left, left, right, left, left, left) but they were all correct. When we settled down, marked up the camping site, we drove off for our first viewpoint: Devil’s Waterhole. Continue reading
My mom is a small anchor. She’s not much of an anchor, really. Anchors sit there on the bottom of the ocean. And my mom is the opposite. Number one, she would rather be dead than caught alive just sitting there, staring out into space. And she doesn’t like to swim.
But on the other hand, she is an anchor for the Chinese AM Radio here in Houston. You can actually hear her up there in her own little fifteen minute show. I once went with her over to the recording studio. Let me show you just how it felt to see what it was, and be on the radio.
Yesterday, I was swimming at the Swimming Place. Now, the Swimming Place is split into three sections, as I call it. The left side has 9 lanes running left to right, and we call that the west side of town. I have only swam in the west side twice.
Every-time I swim, I usually swim in the East side of town, or the middle section. These two areas are actually one body, except there is a walkway down the middle we call the Highway. On the very right is a three-lane tiny area that’s very shallow. That’s the Baby Side of Town. Everyone knows that babies have peed in it. Nobody really trusts the rumor, but no one ignores it either. Continue reading