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Headed down to the Island last week, for the Third Coast Music Festival.    I believe it was the first time they've held it; 40 bands, 8 + venues, 50 performances.   The weather was perfect the entire time, gulf was calm and spectacular and ..... had a damned good time!  Temps were in the 70s during the day, 60s at night.  What more can one ask for? Icing on the cake was we got to spend some time with family that has moved down here from MN recently.   They are in the process of buying a house and sealing the deal. Two days of playing with these guys on the beach and in the water, had the body aching and moaning reminding me ...  well...   I ain't getting younger! Road Trip! Moved down to the walkway for afternoon sun Seafood time, at The Spot Downtown at the Strand Bubba's ..... love this place Gets no better Nice day at the beach Surfs Up Home Base Clear and gorgeous evenings    

Always a "Do I " .... or .. "Don't I?"   This is the fifth year in a row that a weekend has been put together by a guy out of Dallas that used to do this exact thing with Honda's for years.  When he got an Indian, he just 'flipped' the concept over to Indians.  Pick a Hotel, make a few dinner reservations, select a few ride options; advertise it and they will come.  And they do .. sort of Year one, I was looking forward to attending but we were closing on a property that Friday.  No Go.  But I'm about to get a view into an interesting world of the organizer of this event.  Drama year 1 happens with Adam C. as the victim.  Year 2, I was planning on going with a buddy ( Denny G) that was caught in Drama year 2 , but had to cancel due to the same property I'd closed on the previous year had some storm damage.  Year 3, I didn't give a shit and refused to go.  Year 4 , I got a call from Hork,  a buddy of mine who convinced me to head down th

Few months ago, I was at my desktop working when I received a text from a number I didn't recognize.  The msg popped up into my email and caught my attention.  Now, had I been looking  at my cell phone, the gig would have been up immediately. But I was looking at a 'local' number,  Read it over a few times..  and....  thought  "Hmmmm....  something ain't right"   But messaged it back none the less..  It wasn't until I  saw the messages on my cell phone, the gig was up... I'd rx'd messages from it before.  What you see below is a one sided conversation.  The app I used to export his 125 (!!!!) messages to me simplified the process.  My side of the conversation: I was simply going along with his shenanigans to see where this was all going. He would never meet up with me in person.  Always had an excuse.  Even said we'd meet up at Strokers.  I was wondering how that was going to play out, since I was physically in Galveston at that time, so no