Hi All,
This is a guest appearance from the Ben. We recently had a family reunion out at Garner State Park in the Edwards Plateau of Southwest Texas, during the Cretaceous the Gulf of Mexico was in its infancy (being only a few million years old) and large, shallow, carbonate sea stretch from Mexico up through Canada leaving large deposits of limestone. I am merely procrastinating telling the "real" story of Garner Park reunion- 2009!!! (Imagine that with a creepy voice in your head, it works for me). This reunion was a well orchestrated event with all delinquent family members slumming to see one another after years of fruitful absenteeism. Hot August sun in South Texas beat down on the dry, chalky landscape (and thanks to my first sentence you now know why its chalky- oh yeah one for geology!) and the park inhabitants (that were still sober) slinked to the main attraction, the cool Frio River (no joke on the name), sitting and swinging into the green clear water. Then night came on, and the ghost of the park- I'll call him Don Juan De Marco- appeared in the form of a beautiful dance hall. Built in 1941 by the CCC as park of FDR's stimulus package (and soon you'll see why I disagree with socialism), it has a large Oak that shades the dance floor which is built out of limestone bricks. All the parksters, including our more than happy family, were enjoying a mixture of country and oldies dancing the night away. When all of the sudden, something happened. It happened to Eliora. She was looking too cute. Dancing too well. Smiling too much. A boy (I'm now cleaning my gun) came up to ask her to dance. A nice boy of about 8, I think his name was Don Juan. The family went speechless. First times were happening a lot tonight. The song happened to be the longest one ever, I think it was In-Da-gada-da-vida. After the dance, I found her beaming like spotlight, a smile sooo big I am now cleaning all the neighbors' guns. Well for days since, she has been asking, "Why do you think that boy asked me to dance?" To which I respond either:
A. He had you mistaken for someone else
B. He had a death wish
C. He thought you were an excellent dancer, and being a fan of ballet thought that you would compliment his own unique skill.
I guess it is just beginning with four girls on the way up in years- so gun cleaning party-my house!
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Mike was never around, so when Tonia would bring someone home, Ryan got out all the guns. He'd always answer the door with a shot gun in hand and give it a quick up and down flick of the wrist to show it was primed and ready to go if necessary. Tell Eliora that Dancing is wonderful, but to make sure and carry some of Dad's hand sanitizer in her pocket because of course, boys have Kooties.
We'll be there!
Ah you need pictures!
Lol, I love your post Ben! You'd better get some more guns cause you've got four gorgeous girls.
I wondered if at first it was really Ben, so it was a good thing he described the park. Yep, it's Ben without a doubt. So now we know why you were REALLY thinking about getting another gun.
hehehe, Becky, did Ryan really do that? too funny! Craig always threatened to do it, didn't but he absolutely SHOULD have. Next best thing, the girls could only date boys that were Eagles.
Congratulations, Eliora, wish I had been there. Maybe I would have been able to get a picture. So, do you want to go camping at Garner Park again?
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