Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Last Post (I lied!)




2/24/19 I stated that I had made my last post related to our trip.  I realized today that it was not quite wrapped up.  While we were at the World of Concrete in Las Vegas a month ago, our Mar-Mac crew was having our somewhat traditional wrap-up dinner at Benihana at the WestGate (formerly Elvis’ Las Vegas Hilton).  DL Russell happened to fill out our table.  We first realized we were all from South Carolina.  He and I then realized we both lived in Beaufort.  It turns out DL is a SLED agent and minister at New Life Deliverance Temple on St. Helena Island.  He invited us to attend their services.  Mary Jane and I decided to do so before we jumped back in at our own church.  To say it was a worshipful experience would be an understatement.  We spent the first part of the service praising God.  We then spent time celebrating and training the young people in the church.  We then heard a message about being thankful, understanding our legacy, taking responsibility for our actions, and loving each other.  Like I reported about the United Methodist Church we visited in Willis, Texas, the experience gave me hope for the future.  I have concluded that to be viable, a church should be (1) praising God, (2) teaching their children, (3) reaching out to their communities, (4) exhorting their members to take responsibility for themselves and their communities, and (5) loving each other.   There is no question in my mind that if there is a positive change of direction in our country, it will come from the church.  It will not come from government or the schools.  It is possible business may contribute positively, but there is no question in my mind it will be driven by God’s church. 

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Last Leg of Two Month Trip - Back Home 2/22/19 - Wrap-up and Closure

Two-day trip from San Marcos to Blanco up 281 to Johnson City to Burnett to Lampasas to Hamilton to Hico to Stephenville (overnight) continue up 281 to I20 to Weatherford to Decatur to Gainesville to 82 to Sherman to Denison.

 Again, we chose the backroads rather than the interstates.  You will see two more courthouses.  I am not sure why I like them, but I find them interesting, and likely as not, there will be a business district surrounding each one.  In this day and time, those courthouse squares generally have gone through a period of degradation, and are now slowly rebuilding, unlike some of the smaller country towns, many of which continue to deteriorate.  Which brings me to the similarities of Texas and South Carolina.  Both were built on a rural lifestyle.  Both have country towns which are dying because young people are going to cities to work.  The country towns that are thriving generally have a university or some other economic engine that is not agricultural that supports the town.  Which makes me apprehensive because I believe the basic values of our country are agrarian based, and which I do not have the time or energy to write about as the flight is about to end.  Are we going to eventually be like China, with huge cities set among vast agricultural wastelands populated only by corporate farms?  Where will our values come from then? 

We noticed that in traveling the back-roads from Corpus up to a point about level with Dallas/Fort Worth, there was almost no roadside trash.  It was incredibly litter-free.  We wondered if it had to do with the signs that said, “Littering – Don’t Do It $2,000 Fine”.  Are South Texans more proud and considerate than North Texans?  I think I may be hypersensitive due to the embarrassment of our trashy South Carolina roadsides. 

2/19/19 Reflection: Mary Jane and I are on the plane from Dallas to Tampa.  We spent our last night at Eisenhower State Park just outside Denison.  None of the full hookup sites were working and available, so everyone had to wait in line to dump their tanks before leaving.  The analogy of getting rid of the “crap” hit me again.  What if we were forced to deal with our stuff/juink/things every week, and get rid of what we did not need?  What if we had the self-discipline to do that?  I had so few cloths, they would all fit in a 1’ x 2’ x 2’ closet.  I could deal with and make all decisions on cloths in five minutes or less by piling them on the bed, refolding, and putting back in the closet.  Is that a luxury, or is 25 pairs of shoes a luxury?  Am I my stuff?  Who am I without my stuff?  Are you really naked if you don’t own cloths?  Remember the Bible story of Adam and Eve?  They did not know they were naked until they disobeyed God.  Or was their sin collecting stuff?

Final Comment: Received from friend after he read reflections on accumulating "stuff"

In wrapping up, I realize this trip has been something of a sabbatical.  I have a lawyer friend whose firm allows a six-month sabbatical every seven years.  Is that a luxury, or a necessity?  This trip has been a sabbatical, in that I was separated from my daily duties, and forced to focus on a very specific goal of gathering and analyzing information.  That separation gave me the opportunity to think about not only what I was doing, but what I was not doing.  It allowed me to observe a totally different lifestyle, or a multitude of lifestyles that most of us classify as “camping” or “RVing”.  The only real commonality among these lifestyles is limited space, limited stuff, and possible mobility. It also gave me the opportunity to spend two months, 7x24 with Mary Jane, which was a lot of fun.  All of you reading this know that we have spent the last twenty years living more apart than together. 

We again stored the travel trailer and Suburban in the warehouse.  We enjoyed another meal with Oren, Tony and Jordan in the warehouse office and Oren took us to Dallas to the airport hotel.  We will spend the rest of the week at a business conference in Clearwater, FL, and then ride to Beaufort with Jarrett and Sophie.  We plan to go back to Texas after Mama’s memorial service in early May, and “take a vacation”.  We will travel north through Oklahoma, to Kansas City, over to Indiana, and visit her brothers in Indiana and Tennessee.  We are talking about a smaller trailer and a trip to Alaska in 2020.   2/22/19 8:30 PM We are back home in Beaufort!  

I blogged my own experiment with building and living in a different space almost ten years ago at https://www.containercondo.blogspot.com  You may or may not be interested.



We made it to FUMC 9:00 AM Service 

John Wesley (for the Methodists).  Why is he getting equal billing with Jesus (on the other window)?

Wise County Courthouse, Decatur TX


Cooke County Courthouse, Gainesville, TX


Last leg of the trip, Clearwater Beach.  Finally seeing the sunshine in Florida

Grouper Sandwich at Badfins

Fishing with business friends

Success

Saturday, February 16, 2019

San Marcos to Stephenville - North on 281

I worked Thursday and Friday in Austin and San Antonio.  We got up this morning packed up and hitched up and headed North.  We have determined that 200 miles or less is a comfortable, doable day.  We do not have to start so early, and have time to relax a little in the evening.  The sun shone for most of the day and it was a glorious drive north.  Mary Jane and I have found that driving the back-roads, rather than Interstate, is more fun for us.  We see courthouse squares and business districts of small towns.  We do not stop for tourist attractions, or shops, but like the restaurants and breweries.  We went to Ruby's Texas Bistro in Stephenville, tonight.  We met Ruby, and talked about owning a business, how the site was a livery stable lot in the 1800's, the current building built in the early 1900's, and then she and her husband bought the old livery stable.  The German sausage was excellent, as was the kraut, cabbage, potato salad and pretzel.  We stayed in a farm/horse/working RV park tonight.  One of the few one-night stands we have done on this trip.  We are heading to Denison to store the travel trailer in the Mar-Mac warehouse. Fly to Florida Tuesday, and ride back to SC on Friday.  Probably will return for it in May.  We are planning the next trip (north to Kansas City, over to Indianapolis, back to Tennessee and then home.

San Marcos Courthouse

Leaving San Marcos with a nod to LBJ

Texas Hill Country Roadside Picnic Area.  Appears to be tributes to people who died on motorcycles.

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More Tributes.

More Tributes.

Courthouse in Hamilton, TX
Set up and ready to explore.  Getaway Campground and RV Park, Stephenville, TX.  Only second night in two months that we did not unhook from the Suburban.

Courthouse in Stephenville


Courthouse Square in Stephenville

First United Methodist Church, Stephenville.  Planning to go tomorrow.

Garden at FUMC

Ruby's Texas Bistro

Conduit lights!  I love them.

Ruby's and the livery stable next door

Wonder if Jessie James robbed this bank?

Stephenville Courthouse at night.

Reflection: Campers, RVs, Tiny Houses, Boats, and Other Homes (and stuff)


What is the difference in tiny houses, container houses, and camper trailers (or house trailers for that matter), and traditional homes?  This question has continued to occur to me as I think about and observe this mode of living.  The answer that has finally surfaced is, “How much crap you have”.  You can call it crap, stuff, junk, things, or worse.  We are defined by our possessions.  We are nesting beings.  We all want to have a place that is ours, and that we can “come home to”.  We are not like birds feathering our nest with feathers or moss.  We feather our nest with stuff, and more stuff, and more stuff….. We either have a love affair with stuff, or we begin to rebel against our stuff.  We often see people our age (and younger) who start to cast off their stuff.  Some of us make a clean break, sell or give away everything, and move into a boat or a travel trailer.  That is going cold turkey.  Many younger people are joining the “tiny house” movement, and basically doing the same thing.  Some people do it more rationally and “downsize” by moving to smaller quarters and outside space, forcing themselves to make their possessions fit their space.  Then again, some of us never face our mess.  Grandma dies and all her stuff goes into Mama’s attic.  Then Mama dies and Daughter is forced to deal not only with Mama’s junk, but Grandma’s junk, too.  Finally, out of total frustration, she takes all the remaining crap, divies it into the same number of boxes as siblings, and ships a box to each one.   And wonders why Grandma did not deal with her own stuff.

This is what I observe in the world I deal with, where all my friends and the people I know have large spaces and a lot of crap.  Then again, out here, in Texas on the road, in and on the peripheries of campgrounds and trailer parks, I see people living in small spaces, many not having a lot of stuff, and others with stuff (Treasures? Trash?) piled all around, some of it living, some of it not.  If you see a picture posted that does not have an obvious connection, think “living space”, “stuff”, “why?”, etc.

Leaning badly.  Temp or Perm?

Drive-able RV (note concrete blocks under front axle for leveling)

Are you kidding?

Tiny House or Almost Tiny House?

Tiny House Village?

Lots of Tiny Houses (50 or more).

Tiny House? Mobile Home? Trailer? 


This picture does not show the goats or the other stuff inside the pen.  


Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Trying to Catch Up !

First Half - January - East Texas and Dallas

Second Half - Houston, Corpus Christi

Passing Through
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On the way south

Goliad Town Square

Goliad Courthouse
Flat ....


in all......

directions!


First United Methodist Corpus Christi


First United Methodist Corpus Christi

Concrete Bridge Under Construction Corpus Christi

Ferry on Corpus Christi Bay

Would you want to camp here (on the Gulf)?

Always interested in a container building!

Lorelie Brewery, Corpus Christi

State Park Tree

Sunset 2 12 19

CCC Building Circa 1933