Chik Masire

This guy's name is Chik Masire. He was born in 1938 in Maun, Botswana. He is the son of a Romanian gypsy and a Botswana banana farmer. When Chik was 5, his father was forced into African slavery where he herded giraffes. A year later, Chik's mother ran away to live with elephants. Since that day, he has been enrolled in The School of Hard Knocks. With nobody to care for him, he was left on the streets of Africa to fend for himself. Music was the way of the gypsy and the tambourine/castanet was taught to him by his momma. Armed with his voice, a tambourine, and castanets, Chik made his living panning for money. He claims he rode a sea turtle to New Orleans. Although doubtful, I have not been able to disprove this claim. When he arrived in New Orleans, he never got back on the turtle. Today, you can find Chik armed with his instruments and his voice in Nawlins... panning for money.

I was in New Orleans not long ago and I saw this guy walking down the street. At the time, I did not have the nerve to talk to him or see if he could play me a jig. So instead, I snapped this quick picture of him. Because I have this picture and no story, I have decided to make up a story, the story you just read.

Stare Down (or Up)

...in green (pants)

Death, doom, and gloom flash across the headline news. World banks have failed. Countries are at war. Job layoffs are on the rise. People are hesitant to invest, fearful of losing their job, and not traveling.

I want to pause on not traveling.

That is a bit of an over statement. People are traveling for personal travel, but across the board, they are shaving their budgets and trimming the fat. Luxuries are the first to go which includes personal travel or vacations.

So, what are they doing? Going to State and National Parks!  Well, at least recent reports and news articles are indicating that visitation for parks have dramatically increased in recent months...for good reason.  There's lots to do and see. Its a short drive. Plus, it's cheap.

For a short time, I worked for Texas Parks & Wildlife Department at a State Park. Hear me say a lot of work goes into maintaining and managing parks. Lawns don't mow themselves.  

Behind every State/National Park are the great men and women in green (pants). I want to salute a few of the men I worked with at Brazos Bend State Park...

Eager to have a good time is Kyle.


Always ready to tell a joke to lighten the mood is Gary.


Laughs are never far away from Mr. Fix-it, Jeff.


Stories both true and made up to break the silence are a constant from Jim.


There to make it happen and manage the rangers is Richard.


Honest, funny, and hard-working are just a few of the many characteristics that define Buddy.

These are just a few of the folks in green (pants) that are making your and my vacations happen. For that, I salute them. Why? Because we love vacation even in the mist of death, doom, and gloom!

stranded.

Woke up one morning to find this shrimp boat stranded on our beach.



The shrimper was bored and waiting to be towed. My lens was fogged when I first pulled it out but I kinda like how it turned out.

Neptune's Door

"Look!  It's Santa Claus Momma!" yells a young girl starring at Cap'n.  Without missing a beat, he responds smirking "that's right, so you better be good."  Although Cap'n is not the real Santa, he does sport the same white beard and has an interesting story to match...   

Encountering large numbers of people on a regular basis, it is real easy overlook the individual and say the same robotic lines that you have been programmed to say without giving giving them a second look.  However, through my encounters with individuals like Cap'n Gene Schwantes, I am reminded that everybody has a story.  Some are long.  Some are colorful.  Some are exciting.  Regardless of who you are or where you come from, you have a story.   

Simply called Cap'n at the park, he is known for his work ethic by posting 200+ hours a month volunteering (over 40 hours a week).  A former home designer/ insurance saleman/ Yacht Captain - he, like everybody else, became who he is through life experiences.  Through the good, the bad, and the ugly, Gene Schwantes became Cap'n.  

In a recent sit down, Cap'n shared this story...

I was the Cap'n of a Yacht that provided chartering services for special events like Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, weddings and funerals.  Each occasion produced many stories.  However, one of the most memorable and sadly comical events was a funeral for the mother of a sailboat owner in our fleet.  

The family chose to have the cremated remains cast into the sea to commemorate her life’s enjoyment of the water.  A poignantly appropriate day to match the sadness of the occasion; cloudy,windy, gloomy, gave a solemn meaning to the event.  Casting off with the family aboard, we headed to the open water to cast the remains to Neptune’s Door.  

Arriving at an appropriate location for the ceremony, I attempted to position the boat such that the wind and the waves could best be tolerated.  An almost impossible task.  Each Family member was able to cast a portion of the ashes, that were carefully and tearfully held by the Widowed father.  The wind chose to do its own thing by dispersing the ashes everywhere.

As we returned to the dock and almost all the Family had left the area. The Grieving Father said to his son, “Do You think we could get a hose and wash Mama off the Deck?”

We did !

Everybody has a story that is made up of great stories like this one.  If you get a second, take the time to listen to somebody's elses especially if they resemble Santa Claus.

ants outlook.

College Station, Texas

Our friend, Mr. Alligator.

Alligators are our friends.  In fact, they make very good friends because....

1.  They swim.

2. They eat fish.

3. They never disagree with your opinion.

4. They make great postcards.

5. They don't tattle tail. 

6. They won't steal your dessert in your lunch box.

7. They look like dinosaurs.

However, they don't make very good best friends because...they can eat you.

Here are pictures of my very good friend (but not my best friend).