Thanksgiving in T-Town

I heard Dr. Phil say the other day that holidays are a time when too many people get together in too small a place for too long of a time.   It made me laugh.

In my family we remedy the overcrowding by heading outside to shoot guns.  That time was made extra special this year when my dad gave Sam his first Red Rider BB Gun.

Jack put on his gloves in case they decided to shoot a squirrel instead of a can and he needed to go get it.  Luckily that didn't materialize into anything.

In the suburbs of Houston (or at least the one I live in) we don't shoot guns much.  We also don't have many trees in our yards that are taller than our homes (or us).  I regularly long for wide open spaces and my friends wonder why I am not more at home here.  Well.....

That is because this is where I spent the first 18 years of my life.

There were more trees around the lake then and the bridge wasn't there, but my house was.  My dad sold our home 6+ years ago to Texas A&M and what you don't see in this picture are the educational buildings that now sit on it for the Bringle Lake Campus.

My mom planted this Magnolia Tree and it sat right outside of my brother's bedroom window.  It was much prettier then and hasn't weathered the construction well.  We took the kids there the day after Thanksgiving to let them fish where mom grew up but we quickly discovered that A&M not only killed my tree but my fish too.

I miss you Texarkana, tall trees, fall colors, and wide open spaces.  Until we meet again...