Editor-In-Chief
HARLINGEN, Texas - The snowbirds are gone and the boys at the cafe no longer whisper their guy lingo. That waitress over there: Ay mama! And look at that clown walking in with that Big Haired broad. She comes with a different dude every day, always walking in at an angle, always starving and never interested in paying. Put a bird on it, doll. And she does, on her purse. Man, it's almost Summer and things are changing around here.
Huge dreams are around. That hunting and fishing retail store being built looms as either our crown jewel or the portrait of a bad, bad move. We'll see. And that ballteam playing its games at the city field is almost back in the saddle. It's a worn-out saddle, but they'll ride it aboard that aging cayuse that gets more boos than cheers. Life as a plate of pancakes endures here. The neighborhood Avon lady has gone back to Mexico. No replacement yet.
Something happens to a town when the hot scorch of another Texas summer dawns. Sales of T-shirts skyrocket. Flips replace the battered cowboy boots. And women stash those tight jeans for colorful sundresses and shorts. Short shorts make the world go round and round. Frank Sinatra said that and, no, he won't be playing for the Rio Grande Valley WhiteWings this year.
Another page has turned in the Book of Harlingen as many here prep for the season of border renewal. Some will head for the local shuffleboard courts, others to that outlet mall west of town, while still others will take their chances with the jellyfish on the island to the east. It's a time for doing, not sitting around at home, on that Republican cloth couch, a beer in one hand and the missus in the other. Love in the Valley: daily battles between beer and the wife. It'll all work itself out. Shake-out between sundown and nightfall. Love must be made, soft and easy and hard and quick. The town's next population on the assembly line.
It's been a humdinger so far.
News has travelled slow, but this town's a Par-3 golf course. Steamy, local politics began like some raging range fire, only now it is a little more than a dying charcoal there at the bottom of the dusty, backyard grill. No one is claiming ownership of any Goddamned dreams. The mayor is bunkered somewhere in town, commissioners attending their day jobs and hoping whatever controversy is coming down the road waits on a cooler day.
Nothing has been heard from Commissioner Robert Leftwich for weeks. Same for Gus Ruiz, Joey Trevino, Jerry Prepejchal, Kori Marra. It has been the Spring of Contentment for these public servants, well, except for Miss. Marra who still has legal issues to resolve. That'll take care of itself. It's the RGV. Deals are put on the table and things sort of evaporate. It's a life. The Texas-Mexico border kills you and grants you a second act. It is both a tragedy and a joke. Some newspeople can't even spell the word "suspect," so you know that, for some, trouble with the law may be no trouble at all. Spin the bottle, Baby. You're off the hook. Yeah, send me a Christmas card and thank your uncle, my compadre with the police department.
The weekend is almost here. Things to do right and left. Friends and viejas to see. Get the truck washed, watch TV. Let it sort of all hang-out. Yeah, we're near halftime of the year.Hand me the phone. Gonna order me a plate of barbacoa tacos to scarf-on while I watch the San Antonio Spurs get their ass kicked. Phone call: "Yeah, vato, get me one. How much? What! Ten bolas to see the WhiteWings! You freakin' crazy, dude?! Chale, no. Better if we spend it on a lap dance over at our favorite joint. Simon, come pick me up. I'll tell the wife we're driving over to see the construction of the new Bass Pro Shop. Ha ha ha."
Overhead, the big, red, soul-killing sunball moves in...
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20 comments:
All: Okay, we're trying this until the problem is resolved. Bear with us... - Editor
No problem. I've seen this style on another blog. good story by the way. another pendejo wants to kill his wife? idiota!
Nothing wrong with this way to comment. Walmart is big in the Valley. will it take gun business away from Bass Pro Shops? YES!!!
You're right about Chapaneco posting the whole Bible. he's been doing it for years. and he probably makes up some of those verses. LOL!!!
that mattress in the picture looks very familiar. is that inside the hotel Economico in Brownstown? Parece!
Nice pictures with the main story. where do you get them? Like the one of the old man asleep on the beach. Good story too!
Not that difficult to post comments. I think this is the system Montoya has on his blog. we'll get used to it. like the Editor's note on top of the page.
"Nothing has been heard from Commissioner Robert Leftwich for weeks. Same for Gus Ruiz, Joey Trevino, Jerry Prepejchal, Kori Marra."
Well no wonder you haven't heard anything out of Prepechal - last I heard he was on line trying to get an unemployment check.
That's an old pic of Tad and Ahumada. Tad has aged a bit since then. Ahumada hasn't aged, just gets dumber and dumber.
Walmart will kick Bass Prop Shops ass! walmart never loses, cause it can undercut prices like crazy. Ths is bad news for Harlingen!
The lady looks like a local developer in Harlingen.
Teachers better get on the ball, or they will get the axe.
Dang! Cowboys needed a defensive back real bad. they got passed on all last season. well, maybe this guy will help.
Pinches legislators, Texas is becoming a racist state more and more. Bastards, but then, it is the fault of the Tax payers who vote for Republicans who hate minorities.
Texas is becoming the new Arizona.
Jerry Jones let the coach do his job, quit sticking your nose in the coaches business. Go back to Arkansa, maybe a tornado will take you away.
At least One CHICANITO / POCHO with some HUEVITOS to take some courage with His own wife, Too bad for the daugther !!!
The lady holding the Mattress is one ugly looking broad, skinny chicken legs, and a body that looks like it is ready for the morgue.
She must be from my new adopted town of Harlingen, what a fine city this is. I am now risiding a mobile home park on West 83.
With all due respect to this fine blog and the Editor, Mr. Paz-Martinez, who gives me the opportunity to express myself.
At first, I got a few nasty looks because my truck, could use a paint job, and of course had to get rid of a couple of chickens. But Wal Mart is only 2 miles from the Park. And my lovely wife from Nicaragua, who lived in Chiapas for 5 years before, moving to Ohio. What a lovely woman, only 4ft.8 inches tall and weighs a mere 148 lbs. A figure made in heaven.
Brother Jonesy.
4 ft. 8 inches she must be a midget like Tonie Chapaneco.
Brother Jonesy have your eyes checked at Wall Mart, 148 weight, damn, she looks like a keg of beer, like cheap ass beer, brother.
Chiapas, is nothing but Nacosville, by the way, brother jonesy, are you still preaching at the Flea Market.
You sound like someone who might be wanted by law enforcement.
Yep, you will feel right at home in Harlingen, puro red neck, wall mart crowd people, puro low life, gringos inutiles.
Well, we all know about the $900K mistake on the Bass Pro deal! Its bad enough that Bass Pro will pocket millions when they build their place in time? Now, this mistake! What a fiasco in the city of harlingen.
Now, Harlingen has lost another business. The no customer service employees at city hall continued to harass her business with compliance issues and when she complied. City hall puts the state on her and she is eventually fined for a technicality. She refused to put up with the bullshit from city hall and shut her business down. Yet, city hall and the edc use taxpayer money to build a Bass Pro store!
Brother Joinesy has the groove again! Say it, bro! Say it all
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