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“How would you feel about filling up the family jug with a nice Merlot at the local convenience store instead of having to feel guilty about tossing out those lovely bottles? Unfortunately, I don’t drink much wine, but my next idea is even better.

“The Beer and Ice Cream Truck – Beer bottles accumulate at an alarming rate compared to wine bottles in some households. My suggestion is to load up a few kegs of good lager in the back of the neighborhood ice cream truck and sell ice cream treats and draft beer by the glass.

“You could get an ice cream sandwich and fill up a big mug with some cold beer. It’s kind of like the beer cart at golf tournaments. When the truck rolls down the street blasting those obnoxious sing-song tunes and you hear the kids yell ‘Ice Cream truck,’ you could leap out of the easy chair and scream ‘BEER TRUCK,’ and everybody could race out to the street for a treat.

“This would save on beer cans and bottles, give the ice cream vendor something to do in the fall during football season, get Dad much needed exercise, and neighbors would have an excuse to get out of the house and meet each other.

“OK, these are just ideas. It would require a bit of effort to make them a reality. But if we satisfy the WIIFM (what’s in it for me) need and make it fun, then it could become a reality, anywhere and especially here in Amarillo. Let’s get the Beer Truck thing going soon. Just in time for Super Bowl Sunday.

“P.S. Please feel free to use these incredible ideas and even expand them. You can help make your town a cleaner, if less sober, place.


Like a true patriotic participant of life, the loverly Miss Freckles, and I chose to watch the Fireworks and Fourth Of July festivities at Amarillo ‘s own John B Stiff park, yes that is the name of the park in Southwest Amarillo and as often times the case, the name has a significance to this story. Freckles, as you may recall lived upstairs from me before moving to Austin to attend school. She is back for the summer and being the charitable person she is, dropped by to encourage me to attend the aforementioned festival with her.

Miss Freckles has been an important character to me, in more ways than her youthful spirit could ever know. Hell maybe I was even important to her. We were important because we were important to each other. We were all we had. Two star crossed characters in this journey of a journal in the book of life.

Other than the elaborate fireworks display, the highlight of the evening happened when Freckles, either accidentally or deliberately, spilled half a pint of draft beer directly into my lap, immediatly grabbed a few napkins, and began a series of rather elaborate, incredibly zealous, but certainly not unappreciated attempts at mopping up the situation. By this time of the evening both of us were drunk enough to go duck hunting with a rake. But all that notwithstanding, it was one of those delicious, indelible moments that I have often alluded to, one of those little moments that will live forever.

If you have never had a young beautiful lady attempt with all of her heart to devotedly, dedicatedly mop up beer that she has spilled in your lap, you, my friend, have not lived.