My dad and I are headed to the ponds tomorrow morning. The new crappie pond is completed, and I will try to get some pics.

Weather.com projects the high at 100. It ain't dry heat, either.

Whoever stopped in San Antonio and decided it would be a nice place to start a city must've had a lobotomy immediately beforehand. It marks the dividing line between the arid hill country and the coastal plains. To the west/northwest is the 100+ dry heat, and to the southeast is the thick, soupy gulf air. We get both.


"Only after sorrow's hand has bowed your head will life become truly real to you; then you will acquire the noble spirituality which intensifies the reality of life. I go to an all-powerful God. Beyond that I have no knowledge--no fear--only faith."