(Why old guys rule)
I think it was last year, in the Mexican state of Tamaulipas, I watched the animated weather map as a hurricane slammed into the coast line and continued to trigger heavy rain far into Neuvo Leon, the next state over. We didn’t get so lucky, not much rain here. Not that time. Maybe that was the hurricane Gov. “Good Hair” mobilized the national guard, only to not have any emergencies to deal with.
San Antonio is considered a border town, although, to be honest, the border is more than a 100 miles away. In the same vein, San Antonio is considered a coastal town, with the stray seagull wheeling and crying overhead; although, it is over a 100 miles to the coast.
A favorite t-shirt design I’ve seen, for more than one reason, is 1960’s era VW van, an unmistakable image, and the notation, “Old guys rule.”
In part, that’s an homage to an air-cooled flat-four rear-drive mobile surf-shack. But it’s got a double meaning, as many items in my life do, and it’s also a nod to old surfer dudes. Who are, in the words of a young surfer dude, “cool, no, like way cool.”
Yeah, old guys, we do have our uses. We can be cool.
What does surf have to do with hurricanes?
While I was in Dallas, last weekend, the old surfer dudes were loading up their boards and heading to South Padre Island (Brownsville, TX).
Which explains a lot about native Texans, relative insanity, and behaviors that seems somewhat incongruous to basic survival skills. A few years ago, I was in a town where a windstorm had ripped through days earlier. 70 MPH winds!
Around here? South Texas? That’s not a storm, that’s surf.
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What is the “Old Guys” rule? And by the way, I thought the tee shirt said
Old Farts Rule. Were you just being polite? Or are we Califor-nuts just full of it?
Old Guys. Old Farts: different category entirely.