Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Post Toasties...

... were manufactured in Post, Texas, once. I think. Post was intended to be a kind of Utopia of wholesome eating. In the future, there might have been cereals named Oat Pasties and Wheat Kracks, and those cereals would have been good for you, although pound for pound a lean steak might have been cheaper. I don't understand why cereals are so expensive, in terms of cost per pound. Seems like a rip-off to me.












If Kliff Kingsbury manages to transform Red Raider football into an exercise in masochism, he will have done a GOOD thing, and he will have been worth every dime he gets from TTU. Discrediting football as a form of entertainment would be a VERY good thing. 

 

Monday, October 27, 2014

Time For More Post

I am falling behind here. I have a lot of pics to put up. 














There it is. More Post. There is more Post yet to come.






Saturday, October 18, 2014

New Post

It is really Post. Don't pronounce it "Pahst". That would be bad.














Friday, October 17, 2014

Post On A Stick!

HA HA HA. I couldn't resist that one. Whatever happened to Larry "Bud" Melman, anyway? Meanwhile, Lubbock has had an Ebola scare at UMC. False alarm, thank God!









I don't know about you, but I am tired of hearing about Ebola.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Today's New Post Is MORE POST!

Post is an attractive little town and there is nothing weird or depressing about it. Since it is kind of on the edge of the Caprock, it is kind of scenic in a desert-like way. You've got a canyon and it's pretty down in the canyon when the cactus bloom. Post is enjoying oil prosperity. There are lots of pumpjacks around town, pumping oil, and the truck traffic through the heart of town is continuous. 









By truck traffic, I mean eighteen wheelers hauling oil field equipment and fracking fluid-- enormous loads.








My wife and I have decided that when Ebola reaches Lubbock it will most likely be riding with a returning missionary.  Many churches here are very big on missionary work, especially in Africa. We tend to feel that it is better to mind your own business.