Feast Day of St. Martha
Remember her? I am not making this one up – the patroness of housewives. FIRST CENTURY patroness of housewives. Not to be confused with any modern variation.
Going to be a long week. The travel plans, such as they are, include Dallas and New Mexico, if only NM for a few hours.
So it’s off to the airport, and from thence to a handful of meetings, and from thence?
Screw it, I just don’t Big D as a “thence” town.
But they do have big catfish in Big D.
True story, and you can’t get this anyplace else on the web, the police divers for Dallas Police Department used to be afraid, very afraid, to do the “search for body” dive along the dam at Dallas’s own White Rock Lake. It’s bad enough that there’s a ghost – “the lady of the lake” – but there’s also some six-foot long catfish down by the dam. Big catfish. Big enough to eat a body, or so I’ve been told.
“No man, we don’t like doing that dive. Visibility is only about 2-foot, at best, and then you sidle up next to some thing with scales as big as your thumb, imagine what the head on that sucker must look like?”
