Dog days of summer and Whitlow Smoke School schedule

Lordee, I am ready to think snow. It is just too hot to work and too hot to fish. About half of the United States is suffering from the heat and the lack of raindrops. Pretty soon you can swap a Cadillac for a loaf of bread. According to CBS News even the flying carp are dying off. I sure wish it would kill the fire ants and cock roaches.

I did have a slight mishap with my boat earlier in July. Angie and I were fishing in Indiana and I ran into a large bolder leaving the boat dock. Angie said that I probably punched a hole in the bottom of the boat. On the way home I rented a mobile home at a camp on Yucatan Lake near Newellton, Louisiana. That evening I put out some noodles and caught a few catfish and gars. I turned on the live well. The next morning when I woke up the boat was half full of water. I bailed most of it out and pulled it up on the bank. I decided that Angie was right and that I did punch a hole in the boat.

When I got home, I pulled the boat to Apache Welding in West Monroe. The guy there was 80 years old and said that he had a recording studio and had recorded songs with Elvis and George Jones at the Louisiana Hay Ride. Then I said that I would save money by pulling the boat back home and filling it up with water to find the leak. I told him that I did not feel like hauling the boat back home, 30 miles round trip to find the leak, and that he could find it. Two hours and $200 later, he called to inform me that the boat was not leaking, that I had left the live well on. Me and Boudreaux.

Angie, me, and the rest of the Whitlow team were miserable in the Texas smoke schools. Who would a thunk that anyone in their right mind would schedule smoke schools in Texas for July and August? I have been trying since the beginning to change everything to April and October. But regardless of what President Obama thinks, not everybody likes change. I did add new school dates for Houston and Dallas for April and October. You can change to these milder climate and we can give you a discount for lost certificate time. Well at least it gives the Whitlow crew job security for the hot months.

I really enjoyed the school in Corpus Christy. I met some new Mexican American friends and customers and these guys really liked my jokes and stories. Their laughter really did this old heart some good. There was one guy who had a slight problem understanding my southern English. I informed them that all of the ansers would be close to the standards of 25%, 50%, and 75%. This one guy put 25 on all of them.

After the school, the Whitlow team had a great relaxing time on South Padre Island. I was a little disappointed in the luxury hotel we got for the low bid on Priceline.com. Our son, Aaron and his friend Billy Bob Caldwell came along to the schools and learned what hard hot work was all about. We had to ask for another room for them because of the smell of urine made Billy Bob sick. At first the hotel staff was reluctant to supply another room, but I guess that I lied to them. I told them that I was a sanitarian with the Texas Board of Health and that perfume could not disguise the health hazard of urine on the matrices. Well at one time I did work in the Air Force as a sanitarian, amongst other things. I was trained at Lackland AFB in San Antonio.

I was also disappointed because we were on the 6th floor of the hotel and you could not even see the beach which was 2 blocks away. There were just too many condos. I much prefer Dolphin Island for the beach experience. There was a really nice park on the beach about 3 miles away and I really loved this park. I spent about 30 minutes on the surf. I was a little afraid of JAWS and I forgot my hat. Sunburn on my bald head is awful. I spend about 2 hours under the picnic shelter soaking in bottled water. It was 105 degrees in the shade. I was amazed at how many Mexican Americans that I saw. There must have been over a thousand in my view at all times. I think that I was the only Caucasian; well I guess that I am half Choctaw Indian or something. I marveled at all of the mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers playing along in peaceful harmony oblivious to violence and bloodshed of the cartels and gangs across the border just 14 miles away. I asked, Lordee, why can’t the whole world be this peaceful. We can all work together for good to change the world one piece at a time. That would be nice.

Well the Lord has continued to bless us, even during these slow days of the summer. I don’t deserve it at all, but I sure am grateful. Well praise the Lord, relief is just around the corner. September and October are just around the corner and I don’t see the Whitlow Crew with that many days off. We will be on the road again. Thank you all for your continued support. We love you and we need you. AMEN.

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