From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Morning The Passing Of Toxic Playground Equipment In Marshall, Texas
This is the train we kids played in and on in the 70's, the old T&P 2-8-0 No. 400 at the city park across the street from the stinky animal slaughterhouse in Marshall, Texas. They cleaned it up removing all the toxic materials recently and moved it to the Marshall Amtrak train depot across town but I sure did love climbing all over this thing before I went swimming at the Lion's Club pool at the top of the hill (where the dead pig smells didn't reach).
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East Texas,
Marshall Texas
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