A High Holy Day...


e in College Station where they stir Chicken manure in those big vats, manually of course, they would not be Aggies if they did it any other way. It mixes with paper scraps or cellouse, a more scientific term and makes a natural acid that gives off gases that could power our autos. 
Wonder what the bikers left on the road the way they came? Too bad I could not catch more bikes in the picture but hopefully you can get the juxtaposition. I came home a different way that night. Bet things got interesting by midnight in these parts. 
Labels: Aggies
It was in an old theater.







showed up with Zorro.
The scariness would just not let up when these two appeared.
director Mr. Butler seems to be experiencing as he huffs something from an unmarked cup. Labels: band
Here is a snap shot of the room where the collection lives. Sometimes I imagine it breathing softly and I think I can hear it in the still dark of the night. Labels: electric guitar, music
Labels: tuba



Oaklahoma State had a good team. Almost won. here is me with the OSU tuba section. Are those tubas making my butt look big?

Labels: swimming in my belly