Tuesday, May 25, 2021

Elma Smith ca. 1930

Here is my grandmother in her youth. Sometime around 1930 or so. About 6 years before my dad was born. Her name is Elma (Smith) Walk.


Blissfully Random Photos vol. 5


Eddie has just visited the cage. It contained a pigeon.


Blaine fetching the pigeon out of the cage. It was released unharmed.


Blaine (age 9) swinging at Woodlawn Lake Park


A cookie flip-flop in cookie crumble “sand”.


Blaine’s mighty tomato plant. This tomato is around the size of a marble.



Here is a nice landscape painting that my mom painted. Don’t know what year. Possibly in the early ‘70’s.



Another painting by Kathy Walk. 


Mike sporting his (soon to be broken and discarded) chrome sunglasses!


Old Sam at 85 years old. Still looking hale and hearty!


Mom and dad, wedding day April 7, 1957


Blaine at John James park

Some leftist with a million stickers on his van.

A water color painting I did some years ago.

Look, a pair of eyes shining in the woods.


Painting of Hank the dog.

Hank the dog with hand leaves. Get it?


Whataburger shirt. I’d wear one for free.

Me and Blaine at John James park.

 

Sunday, May 23, 2021

5 Reasons Rap Stinks



Anyone who knows me knows I DETEST RAP.

So here are the top 5 reasons why I think rap sucks.

5. It is demeaning to women. “Are You Listening? Misogyny in Rap Music and What It Means for Women in Society”

4. It perpetuates a negative image of black people. “How Hip-Hop Holds Blacks back”.

3. Too much profanity, cursing, and other foul language.

2. It doesn’t require talent. Skill maybe, but not talent.

1. It encourages greed, sensuality, and rebellion. 

So I think I’ve made a compelling case that, yep... rap sucks. And before you go there... no it isn’t racial. I love the blues. Many blues artists are my true heroes. Most of them are African American. I love jazz. Many jazz luminaries are in fact black. I like a lot of rhythm and blues. I love Memphis soul. Furthermore, I can’t stand rap whether performed by black, white, Latino, or any other race. So NO, it isn’t racial at all. 

Bottom line: I don’t support chanting filthy and rebellious rhymes (what the left euphemistically call “socially conscious lyrics”) over samples and drum loops. I find it shallow, immature, stereotypical, controversial, confrontational, and vulgar.

Wednesday, May 19, 2021

Blaine’s 9th birthday


My son turned 9 on May 13, 2021. He is growing so fast. He is an amazing boy! The best son a dad could hope for!!!








The cake was made by Sandra Sessions. A neighbor I’ve known forever. The cake was a 10 out of 10. Looked awesome and was even more delicious.


He even returned to school for a party. Mom got cupcakes for the whole class.


Later he got even more stuff with some of the money he received. Eisenhower road flea market baby!!


Sunday, May 16, 2021

Blissfully Random Photos vol. 4


Blaine and myself next to the big fish tank at Bass pro shop.



Trip to Tacos Martinez. Lily, Blaine, Bill, and myself.







A little story I wrote.





A baboon stuffed and mounted at Bass Pro Shop.






Sucky Weather 







I was a substitute in Mr. Mendez class for ONE DAY. It happened to be class picture day. So here I am in Mr. Mendez’ class photo.





A drawing that a kid did for me. “Mr. Waks House”.





I drew it: Mother’s Day card for my wife.








Here is a great place to eat at Ingram Mall in San Antonio. The Terryaki chicken is the bomb. Hmm... probably not the best choice of words...






A nice display inside Bass Pro Shop.






Came to work and there was fruit cups a go-go.






A view inside downstairs Ingram Mall. Blaine likes riding those motorcycle things.







Random grease stain on my barbacoa taco wrapper. Looks like a guy drowning in grease!!! Haha! Was the taco trying to warn me?? This was at Tacos Martinez.





Fat guy at Blanco BBQ.






A drawing a kid made for me.






A cool full size Lion display inside Bass Pro Shop.







The extent of Thyer road.






My new outlook on life.





Mrs. Marshall’s dog.





Shrimp shaped cloud. Or is it a ghost?






 A kid named Gabriel drew this.





Remember First Mate?? I do!! Yum!!! Here one location back in the 70’s.




Check out this amazing plate of food my wifey made for me!! Yum!!



Dad visiting Blaine at pre-K 4 SA. Blaine was 4.