Having lake front property, even if it’s only a small trailer pad, right on the lake, it’s supposed to be nice. It’s supposed to be idyllic, scenic, and calming.
Living in a town that calls the University of Texas major industry is also nice. And spring break is supposed to be a relaxed time because everyone is gone. 7:00 AM on Sunday morning, however, all of these elements combined in a very annoying manner: boat races. I’m not talking about power boats, motor boats or anything of that nature. No, this far more insidious: rowboats.
I was rudely awakened by the yelling, screaming racket of various collegiate rowing teams, as the race day started. “ONE – TWO – THREE – FOUR!” Dear lord, who did I irritate this time? It wouldn’t be so bad if I could just figure out how to get them to let me troll from the tail end of one of their long boats. I like the idea of having a trolling motor made out of 6 or 8 young women — all sweating and straining against the sweep of their oars.
