Just as though the last visit was not bad enough. This time we felt sort of creeped-out as well as depressed. I think it is safe to say that neither of us like Tahoka and although we cannot sometimes avoid driving through the town, we have no intention of ever getting off the interstate, Highway 87, and driving INTO Tahoka. No. No. Never again. The odors of rot and decay hanging over the town's pitiful "animal shelter" still linger in our memories. We want to forget about Tahoka. In our opinion, Tahoka is a place best avoided, if at all possible. But we invite all comers to take a look at Tahoka and form your own opinions. Some people might regard Tahoka as Heaven Upon Earth! We don't.
But first, here are some of the sights to be seen in or near Lubbock, as you journey south, on Highway 87:
There are some great old cars out there!
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Yes, we visited the fair, and here are the pics:
There's always a Kubota display...
There's always media...
And there's always lots of rides...
Rides and games and prizes and food-- have I missed anything? And it is all quite expensive. We sampled some of the food. We got in free. No way would we pay.
Wouldn't life be grim without trivial pursuits, toys, amusements, and the occasional beer? Football isn't my thing but I obviously enjoy rock and roll music, guitars, photography, RC planes and many other trivial things. Go figure.
My wife spotted this old Pontiac on 50th Street.
The truck was close by.
Let's go ahead and detail the mods I made to a Squire Vintage Modified Jaguar:
The Stewart McDonald Mustang bridge is designed for a vintage radius, so I added shims to the outboard saddles to make it conform to the Jaguar neck radius. This worked very well.
I made sure I had the intonation right before adding a foam rubber "muff" behind the bridge to dampen unwanted overtones. This improved sustain and gave me clean tones. It does not interfere with vibrato action.
None of the strings fall off the neck and it plays easily right up the fretboard.
It's time to move on.
The only impressive thing we found in Anton was the high school, and of course the football stadium. Here is the home of the yellow and purple Anton Bulldogs. Are those not the colors of deep and painful bruises? I get the impression that America's god is FOOTBALL. We are going to PAY for that vain, stupid, nasty, idol-worship, and pay dearly someday... a curse on football! A curse on the false gods of football, fame, popularity, and money! All these idols will be consumed by a rain of fire. America will be wasted, and not because of Planned Parenthood. Oh, no, our curses are FOOTBALL and INFOTAINMENT, and many other demonic psuedo-gods in a false and shallow pantheon.
Woe to America!
OK, I got that business out of my system. Let's finish Anton.
There are some great old cars out there!
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