It was a warm one today.  Cloud cover is all gone and sun is shining brightly.  I got an early start in hopes of beating the heat and I think I did fairly well in that department.  I needed gas after about 55 miles and the gas station I stopped at just happened to have a bakery next door.  In this part of Texas they have something called Kolache.  I was introduced to this wonderful pastry two years ago when my buddy Rick took me out to breakfast.  Imagine Hawaiian bread wrapped around some breakfast meat or fruit.  This morning mine was ham and cheese – Very Good stuff.  My lucky day to have picked this gas station.This area of Texas is more ranches than farm land.  I would argue with anyone that said cattle are smart.  But there has to be, “smarter than the average cow” – and that’s what these guys are.  Hope they don’t get stuck in the mud – that happens some times.I ended up on this toll road and was amazed at the speed limit.  The speed limit on the access road to this toll road is 65 mph.  I did some checking and it turns out that this isn’t the only place in Texas where you can floor it.  The fastest speed limit and the fastest average speed for all roads combined is right here in the Lone Star State.  I think if they ever went back to a national speed limit of 55 mph, Texas would opt out and take the hit on the funding.  When I was in the Air Force and stationed here, the speed limit was 55 and it was horrendous.  I’d like to see some numbers to see if the higher speed limit equates to more deaths.  Probably not, or you would have heard about it by now.This is the city hall building in San Marcos, Texas.  It’s easy to see because there is no other building close to it that’s more than two stories.  It’s freshly painted and stark contrast to the surroundings.  Texas pride on display for the town of San Marcos.Many of you have seen this sign before.  It looks the same now as it did 38 years ago.  Someone is doing a very good job of keeping it painted and clean.  I’ve always liked the sign and the idea.  I’m expecting that one of these times when I ride my bike up on the grass to get this picture, some officer of some kind is going to need to have a chat with me, but so far so good – and I think this is the 3rd time…….

I stopped by the Rocking MK ranch to see an old friend of mine that bought some land when he was stationed here and decided to stay.  Murry was an air traffic controller but he was a combat controller, and not only that – he was the head of the combat controllers.  He was one squared away guy for sure.  We sat on the front porch of his ranch house for a couple hours talking about old times and catching up.  Looking forward to next time.

I’ll leave you today with this bit of humor that I saw yesterday:

Support the ban on the sale of shredded cheese.

Make America grate again….