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Wi-Fi, Dirty Gig & Unorthodox View of Shreveport

March 30th, 2015 · Tags: Arts · Cities · Coffee Shops · Wi-Fi



Amazing, the way people drive between Fort Worth, Texas and Shreveport, La. I suppose if you are going to drive that far to lose money in a smoky casino, you better get there ASAP, right?:) As for me, I kept it pretty much within the legal limits, as I headed out to make money in Cajun Country … At least, on the third leg of my four trips between those two cities on the latest installment of The Dirty Gig.


This time, the gig is to build huge plastic tents — or “containments” — around many large computer cabinets at a manufacturing plant … as well as setting drying equipment inside the plastic to remove condensation. Sounds simple. Did I mention there were three rooms of computer cabinets, the largest cabinet being 66 feet long, 8 feet tall and 6 feet wide? Thats a lot of bytes. When the drying is done, we also have to cut down the plastic, roll it up and dispose of it … Ha … out of boredom on The Dirty Gig, often times we coin terms for the more mundane tasks we have to do. (I think there was an entire list of silly terms on the book repository job in the cave in Columbia last year.) This job, one term stands out. At first, we called the process, the “filet.” We used “filet” to refer to a long plastic strip cut out of the tents, our blades carving around, avoiding all the tape and adhesive spray … trying to salvage one strip of pristine plastic that could be used again in another containment. After a few days, as we became more and more jaded, we changed the name … Ha … are you familiar with the term “bris” from Jewish tradition? (Amazing the things you can pick up from Seinfeld. You just never know where these things will come in handy.)


Anywho … it what we do.


After hours, away from the factory, the other thing I do is seek out wireless Internet. The first hotspot I found in Shreveport was a good one — where I stay — at the Hampton Inn. As I was saying … good Wi-Fi there although a little cumbersome having to sign in — name and room number — EVERY time I got on line, with three devices in my Wi-Fi arsenal. I mean, it is not like I was going to leave room 321 to trick them. But I should have. You see, there was something “special” about 321. Most hotel rooms “save the planet” by offering you a chance to sleep on dirty sheets and use your hotel towels more than once … Ha … who thought of that PR spin? … Convincing guests they are doing the right thing for the planet, so that the hotel can keep housekeeping/operating expenses down. I tip my cap to you, oh great spinmeister … I digress … So back to room 321. That unit of The Hampton Inn was equipped with a bathroom sink that didn’t dispense water. How clever. Think of the swelling water reservoirs. Ha … I jest, but, no there was no water from the sink when I moved in. But hey, I can cut people a little slack. I stopped at the front desk and asked that a plumber fix the faucets while I was at the factory sucking water from computers.


It didn’t happen.


I complained again — fairly politely, at least by my standards. The best response I got from the front desk was “you could move to another room.” (Or another hotel was my thought … ) Should I go back and tell the person that at most hotels, when there is a problem with a room the management A) fixes it or B) bends over backwards and packs your stuff for you and moves it for you? No such offers at The Hampton. I stuck with my guns and said, I didn’t want to move. (I have 2.5 suitcases of work clothes, safety helmets, tools, computes, camera, etc. … kind of a hassle. “An ‘lode’ knows I ti’ed.”) I wanted the problem fixed. I mean, was I at the hotel for their convenience, or perhaps vice versa?


After several visits to the front desk, with no better results, I took action. OH, the power of Twitter, and more specifically, a well-chosen #hashtag. (If you don’t fully understand hashtags, e-mail me and I will make a believer out of you …) I tweeted that #HamptonInn in Shreveport took little interest in the fact that I was having to wash my hands, toothbrush and dishes under the faucet of my bathtub. Ha! I also included the hashtag #travel … so just about every person in the entire travel industry, all over the planet, on Twitter had access to the “funny” little story. I got a direct message tweeted from the Hampton corporate social media people within an hour or so. I gave a few specifics, although by this time, I thought they might just track down the Shreveport Hampton on their own, and ask about the one room in the hotel that didn’t have a functioning bathroom sink. Anywho … the social media folks tracked it down, and a few days later … magically … there was in fact a plumber gifted enough to make water run in the Hampton sink. Oh, I forgot to mention, the first person at the front desk told me there was an issue with the city’s water. Yep. They thought the city of Shreveport under the bus. Finally … after a week of being unable to shave in front of a mirror … I too had running water.




Good Wi-Fi for the most part at The Hampton Inn … one of the best breakfast service people ever … clean room … but the visit spoiled by poor plumbing and more so by lackadaisical front desk types. Thanks to the social media team, you saved face and at least scored 2 pings.


Next up … Cheesecake Bistro by Croplands. Question which came first, this place, The Cheesecake Factory or the hot blonde who works at The CCF on Big Bang Theory? I don’t know. But I know Shreveport’s Cheesecake Bistro doesn’t have Wi-Fi … hard to believe in a very hot little retail “boardwalk,” just off the banks of the muddy Red River … with so many tourists and shoppers … just doesn’t seem kosher. Which reminds me … if you are othodox and you order a salad at Cheesecake Bistro … it might still be served with bacon. (What? You mean bacon is pork?) Once again, Shreveport has not impressed me with its customer service or attention to detail. My friend was not happy about his order, but this time I was lucky. My seared tuna was excellent … almost worth the 30-minute wait. Ha … this meal just started off wrong and never got back on the track. As my friend asked a few questions about the menu when we first sat down, the waiter actually pulled another chair over and sat down, like he was tired of waiting. Have you ever seen that before? … Ha then he sneezed. Sounds pretty special, huh?




Have to wonder if they merely scraped the bacon from my friend’s salad, but maybe not. No Wi-Fi … the evening saved only by the nice tuna entree and a very nice bartender who took over for the sneezing waiter … BTW … I was sick too … and of course C-Bistro was out of chicken soup – 3 pings


Hotel #2

With only a few days left in the Dirty Gig Shreveport edition, our entourage moved over to The Residence Inn … yes, the day after I finally got my running water at The Hampton. The Residence Inn, as you probably know, is much more like home away from home — has an oven, big-boy fridge … ha … even running water. RI also has great free Wi-Fi … but I suppose if you just get a kick out of shopping online, you can also choose a pay-plan for Wi-Fi at Residence. Do people fall for that? The free-fi seemed more than sufficient, although, I never gave it the old Netflix test … since the rooms have AMC and it was Walking Dead season finale week.




I love to cook — home or on the road — so Residence Inn satisfied that need and the ever-important Wi-Fi craving as well … and I think the person from housekeeping who cleaned up my mess was about as nice a person as I have met in that position — 6 pings.


To Cork Or Not To Cork


Near the end of The Dirty Gig, one of the clients mentioned there was a wine festival in downtown Shreveport … and at first my buddy and I were all in. However, I vetoed with all that was within me, when I learned the tickets were $85 … I mean … I don’t even drink alcohol, and I don’t think I could have imbibed $85 worth of bottled water, even on a hot/humid day. In retrospect, it might have been really fun to watch people falling all over each other, because I bet you a dollar, they all tried to drink their money’s worth at $85 a pop. Had I known in advance, I would have gone through the PR channels with my media pass and probably been kinder/gentler with Cork. I heard it was a blast. Looked like an impressive list of wines poured … my favorite from afar, based solely on brand equity, star power — the Francis Ford Coppola red. (Aren’t wine labels and names so fun?)


Cork Festival


SHREV Panorama



However … as my buddy and I drove around downtown looking for Cork we found Cambodia … or rather a Cambodian culture festival called the 8th Annual Aseana Spring Festival, on a side street in an arts district. The place had caught my eye earlier, because of the terraced, Asian garden, layout of the park. So glad we stopped. This, my friends, must have been Shreveport at its best. There were about 30 booths set up, with sights, sounds and smells from many different cultures … I sampled Philippine cuisine, tried Thai, chatted with a Pacific Islander group about kava … and enjoyed an Asian dance step or two. Favorite part of the day … after people had been walking around for an hour or so, the entertainment started. With all the crowd noise, very few people heard the announcement that a young Asian-American woman was going to sing The National Anthem. Pretty sure I was the first one up on my feet. And it was so cool to see the crowd gradually realize what the woman was singing … and like watching fans at a baseball stadium, you could just see the “wave” of patriotism as people stood up. I should have mentioned first … many of the people in the crowd probably were first- or second-generation immigrants to America and they seemed to LOVE it. Everywhere there were different colors, creeds and cultures represented. Multi-ethnicity families … a melting pot. These people obviously had not forgotten their backgrounds nor their own cultures … but they had assimilated happily into American culture … you could see it on their faces … And they seemed to appreciate and embrace their new country … the way it is supposed to be. God Bless America!


Ha … and I thought I had a bizarre sense of humor. I turned my back for only a second and my non-pork-lover friend took a particular interest in a small hog, roasting and rotating on a spit in one of the islander booths. Ha … he posted then removed from his Facebook page a “porky” … rather, a selfie photo with the rotisserie ham … my friend, holding his hands up in the photo, gesturing, like he was trying to talk to the pig or joking around with it. So funny, Rony!


Last thought on the festival … were there “plants” in the crowd, or is the Asian community in Shreveport just that nice? My buddy and I were joined at our table by a couple and some children. The woman was a Philippine native, who grew up in Japan, and her husband was an American-born member of The U.S. Air Force. They chatted with us for a couple of hours, recommending the best neighborhoods for great architecture (Fairview, Southern Highlands, Kings Road area) … taking photos of us with the traditional dancers … recommending foods to try … and their children played smart phone games with us. After we left, I wondered if nice people sat by all the “touristy” looking people and made conversation and recommended that we buy and eat more … probably not. Seemed legit.




Add Wi-Fi and the event would be perfect. But, we say 7 pings regardless … The weather was perfect … a few clouds, a slight, occasional cool breeze, with temperatures in the upper 70s. A most perfect evening … great food, good conversation and the people watching! Wonder if I will run into any of my new Asian Shreveport friends at Starbucks on Line Avenue.



We saw lots and lots of cool old buildings in and around downtown … many seemed just ripe for the pickin … if you could get them up to code. Two of the most interesting architecturally/historically significant buildings we photographed were “caddy corner” to each other. A grand monster of a building — the Scottish Rite temple and across the street, sadly, the fading-fast B’Nai Zion Temple. The latter, adorned with awesome stain glass, somewhat still in tact … featuring Torah icons such as The Ark of The Covenant, The Star of David, and I presume, the horn that brought down the walls of Jericho. (I so wanted to see an icon featuring “a jawbone of an ass” from the Samson story … I digress …)


B’Nai Zion


My buddy and I also shunned pork several times at our favorite new BBQ in Shreveport – Podnuhs. Well … I guess I didn’t do my part on the shunning … because I enjoyed the ribs over and over at this joint. Podnuhs isn’t exactly a “hole in the wall” BBQ joint, but the taste is authentic, with a good selection of meats for every palate and/or belief system, with lots of side entrees served in a buffet-type line.




I highly recommend the ribs, corn on the cob, the collard greens and a cup of banana pudding. No Wi-Fi though, but lots of napkins as needed – 5 pings.


SHREV Dog Lean sized


On the final day in town, I found myself at Starbucks, as I often do — any city, any time. The one on Line Avenue in Shreveport is great. The Wi-Fi provided by AT&T has only kicked me off once (no make that twice … as I continued to blog) … an annoying habit that seems to happen all too often at Bux these days … I digress … My green tea frap tasted wonderful, just as it always does at any cafe under the green mermaid emblem … and of course the people watching was awesome … This must be the most upscale section of Shreveport … the kind of place in which I don’t belong, but I hang out anyway. But what’s this!?! Does Louisiana have “open carry.” (Google say it do …) Minutes after I began blogging at Bux, I noticed a man and woman dressed in nice professional attire, accessorized with what looked to be a .45 caliber and perhaps a 9 mm pistol, respectively. For the record, I also noticed their holsters were adorned with some sort of badge … maybe detectives … Starbucks CSI? Who knows … Then another gentlemstrutted on in sporting a belted holster with what looked to be a big ol 357 magnum. Maybe he was undercover, swamp style. Who knows?


Lastly … oh the timing. I just found out that a touring act I have been wanting to see is playing Shreveport … naturally, the night after I am scheduled to leave. I would have given just about anything to see the Tedeschi Trucks Band at The Strand Theater! (The old theater was another architectural gem downtown.)


Tedeschi Truck @ Strand



Are you familiar? She — Susan Tedeschi — has about as hot a sultry voice and guitar talent as you will find … and her husband — Derek Trucks — rubs elbows on compilation projects with the likes of Eric Clapton (Eric, who turned 80 the day this blog was written …) AND … Trucks is southern rock royalty — the son of one of The Allman Brothers Band. How cool. Any of you attended a concert in this great looking venue?



Oh get this … Primus — nuts that they are — are playing The Strand in May. But, alas, I am headed back to Fort Worth tomorrow. Who knows … Maybe a Primus road trip!?!


Know what I sayin?


Kickin It Down The Cobblestones — Medicine Park Wi-Fi

February 27th, 2015 · Tags: Cities · Coffee Shops · Wi-Fi


MED Two Walls crop

When I reviewed the 2014 Triumph Thunderbird a few months back on the ride from Fort Worth to Columbia, Mo., one of my criticism was about the bike’s stealth. It hardly makes any noise, and anyone can tell you “loud pipes save lives” for motorcyclists.


But the silence has grown on me. It’s golden. It is nice to be able to listen to music on the bike with tiny earbuds and no need for speakers that blast the neighborhood. But I doubt quiet bikes will be trending any time soon. It is so much fun to let your presence be known …


And yet, the other day I was enjoying a little hole-in-the-wall mystique of Medicine Park, Okla., after a two-hour ride over from Sulphur, Okla. when the place was invaded by loud bikes. As much as I love bikes, and the people who ride them, it definitely changed the atmosphere of the place. Just sayin …


Fun Rocket



What a cool place. Almost every building in town – retail, public, residences – incorporates the plentiful, homegrown cobblestones into their construction – red granite cobblestones, unique to the Wichita Mountains. Quite photogenic. Rustic. Vintage. Pity it was winter, albeit a very nice day … there is a great swimming hole in the middle of town, at one of the river’s widest points. The same river that made the cobblestones. Medicine Creek, that pours into Lake Lawtonka.


MED Implements sized


Overlooking the river at the aptly named Riverside Cafe, I took the advice of my waitress, an accountant from Puerto Rico also working two jobs, and had the catfish, corn on the cobblestone … er … cob and fried okra. Nice.


But no Wi-Fi!?!


When I asked around, pretty much everyone agreed the coffee shop in the heart of town had the only Wi-Fi … but alas they were closed. And their hotspot required a passcode.



So I strolled around and played tourist. I met one of the nicest guys ever in the little mountain bike shop who told me all about the place, the best trails for riding, the mountain, the busy season … etc. Oh, and he mentioned the coffee shop for Wi-Fi. A couple of young ladies over at The Old Plantation restaurant said that kids from Texas crossed over the border to swim in the river, especially those from Wichita Falls, Texas … which had been suffering from a drought. The ladies said the coffee shop was good for Wi-Fi …


MED Columns2 sized


There is a cool outdoor stage near the post office, adorned with several posters promoting music festivals for rock, country and other genres. I bet the place is crazy during the busy season.


I had never been to Medicine Park before, although I had been close. Had I only known …


Medicine Park


Years ago, one of my favorite camping buddies and I had camped at the nearby Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge — a buffalo reserve boasting 500 head. Ha … after several shared substances and/or adult beverages around the camp fire … pretty sure a buffalo really walked through our camp. I digress …


Wichita Mountains


More motorcycle stuff. Also within striking range of Medicine Park is Mount Scott, rising 2,464 feet, where I encountered beauty, tourists, some laid back bikers on cruisers and revenge of the crotch rockets … You know, the really obnoxious guys on bikes who zip in and out of track doing 120+ mph or so … endangering everyone around them. A rocket pack was in line just two vehicles behind me on the descent of Mount Scott, the slow … almost treacherous, looping road around and down the mountain … I could hear their impatience grow at every curve with the howling of their engines, as I enjoyed the scenic, relaxed and yes silent cruise down the mountain on my bike. Finally one of the punks whipped around two cars and then me and almost hit an oncoming car head-on on the very narrow two-lane. His buddies either had more sense or just didn’t see their chance to pass. He waited for them at the bottom of the hill. I waved, smiling when we got to the bottom. I had wisdom they did not – the knowledge that they could have left the mountain one minute sooner or five minutes later and not had to deal with the mellow likes of me, leading the parade down the hill.


MED Windmill Overlook crop


That morning, I hit several Oklahoma towns which I had heard of, but never seen. Durant and Duncan, Okla., seemed nice enough. I spotted a sign promoting downtown Duncan and took it (the exit, not the sign). Downtown had “nostalgic movie set” written all over it … As I passed the old theater, I spotted someone sitting at a table in what looked like a funky little coffee shop. I pulled the Thunderbird over, figuratively speaking, and went in. Did I mention it was Sunday? This coffee shop — The Merchant — and the adjoining theater also served as a church for a congregation of believers, and I had crashed their pre-worship rituals — testing the mikes, tuning the guitars, practicing vocal duets, etc. Most of the people didn’t pay me any mind …. except for one young gentleman, about 15. He was polite and inquisitive … and I shared with him that I had pulled over because I saw the coffee shop … and he said welcome, and fired up some nice brew … and said it was on The Lord’s House.  Praise the Lord … they had Wi-Fi.




I appreciated the offer for free coffee but dropped some coin in the jar anyway. What a cool little surprise …. Several others in the congregation eventually warmed up too and invited this leather-clad stranger to join them. However, not that it is wrong, I detected a slight theological difference in their beliefs, and I knew I would stand out. I hate to be a deterrence. Plus, I had not reached my destination yet. So, I rode on.


MED Church Coffee


Earlier that same morning, the Oklahoma countryside was covered in fog. I had to slow down to about 50 m.p.h. to see, although luckily I had the Sunday morning backroad to myself. Only a few miles out, I encountered an empty shell of a building on the side of the road. It had to be an old basketball gym. I couldn’t resist, and explored. In it’s current state, the building could serve as a great set for an episode of The Walking Dead. Among the junk – a child-size stuffed rabbit toy … some old computers … furniture pushed into a circle around the remnants of a recent campfire. Hmmm … it smelled as if I was not alone. The essence of skunk was nearby, so I didn’t linger. Just a quick look … enough to remind me of the glory days of basketball so long ago. If not for the skunk, I am sure I could have smelled the popcorn …


Late that day, I returned to the Chickasaw cultural center that is Sulphur, Okla., and went to the white man’s cultural center — McDonalds. Mickey D’s in Sulphur has about the best Wi-Fi in the tiny town. And lo and behold, as I slurped a strawberry, chocolate, vanilla shake, I heard another motorcycle pull up. Not too quiet. Not too loud. This bike was just right … a black Harley Davidson with a biker-ish couple on board. Later, I saw them park their french fries at a table near me. Ha! I knew the guy. It was Jeff, a new friend I had met on “The Dirty Gig” in Sulphur. We exchanged pleasantries … and a french fry (when he wasn’t looking). I accepted his invite to join on their ride, and after our Happy Meals, we cruised back to the highway, over to Ardmore, Okla., and a scenic overlook of Turner Falls. What a great end to a great day, as the sun dipped, taking the temperature down with it. Nice guy. I now have a tradition, I suppose. I have ridden with two clients from “The Dirty Gig.” Both guys had names pronounced the same — Jeff and Geoff. I guess I will ride with anyone named Jeff … no matter how they spell it.


Know what I sayin?

MED Pond

Heap Big Wi-Fi Among Chickasaw In Sulphur, Okla.

February 17th, 2015 · Tags: Arts · Cities · Coffee Shops · Hotels · Wi-Fi

CHIKA Turner Falls crop

Remember the scenes in old westerns in which the “Indians” refused to be photographed because they believed the camera might steal their souls?  Well, me and my Nikon don’t subscribe to that theory … and yet …


Bad medicine happens. Gravity finally claimed my D7000 the other day after having carried the thing all over the world. And the last photo I shot?  A quick little portrait of my new friend Uriah from the Chickasaw Nation.  Ha … I jest that there is any connection, just coincidence. Uriah was one of the first tribesmen I saw when I first visited the awesome Chickasaw Cultural Center near Sulphur, Okla. It was a couple of weeks later that I snapped a shot … right place, wrong time.

CHIKA Uriah sized


Ha … “Uriah.”  What kind of a name is that for a Native American, anyway?  A very cool one, I think.    My new friend and I discussed the name, and yes, his parents were fans (like me) of an old progressive, English hard rock band, back in the day (Uriah Heep). I am trying to think of an Indian joke with Heap Big something … I digress.  But anyway, I have always liked Native American names and those stories about Native Americans being named after the first thing their mother sees, after birthing a child.  Ha … I think my favorite is Kicking Bird.  (Yes, that is my favorite “Indian name,” followed closely by Crazy Cat off the politically incorrect “F Troop” western comedy.) What a great mental picture …. Kicking Bird. From where do I know the name  Kicking Bird … hmmm? Oh yes, a character in “Dances With Wolves.”  But the real Kicking Bird was a Kiowa chief in the 1870s — a fierce warrior but also an advocate of peace, they say. Ha … there is  a movie theater in Edmond, Okla. called The Kicking Bird.  Love it.  I digress …


I first saw Uriah when he and other members of the tribe performed a Chickasaw stomp dance on stage one Saturday at the cultural center — my first week in town.  The stomp featured about a dozen dancers, many wearing percussion rattles made of turtle shells or old metal cans, affixed to their legs.  The dancers all joined hands, weaving in and out on stage to simulate the movements of a huge winding snake, chasing its prey … another person playing the unlucky role of a tasty wabbit.


Then a couple of weeks later, after the stomp dance, Uriah and I met on my second visit, when yes, he commented on my Nikon, then graciously allowed me to fire off a shot while we discussed the center as he told me of his appreciation of and connection to his tribal heritage.


I am not sure that Uriah caught my subtle attempt at humor when I told him it was the best stomp dance I had ever seen (because it was my first).  Oh well … corny humor.  Whattayagonna do?


Have you seen this cultural center near Sulphur? … Center!?! … Ha! It’s an entire complex.  Theaters, exhibit hall, fountains, sky bridge, authentic village, restaurant, art, etc., etc., only about two years old, with world-class architectural design.  So impressed — both with the multi, multi-million dollar facility and the $3 cup of buffalo chili. Delicious.


CHIKA Huts sized


It’s a “scene you should make with your little ones” – to quote The Cowsills’ “Indian Lake.”


You really oughtta see this place.  Did I already say that?  I particular enjoyed the exhibit displaying the history of the dugout canoe, perfected by several indigenous peoples, including the Chickasaw tribe in their wet homelands of Mississippi, Alabama, Tennessee and Kentucky, before relocation to Oklahoma via the “Trail of Tears.”

CHIKA Medallion Best sized


Chickasaw Culture


You don’t have to be in town long before it is apparent the tribe has spared no expense throughout the community.  Many years ago, Sulphur’s claim to fame was the healing properties of the waters here and accordingly, the Artesian Hotel attracted and housed visitors from afar.  It burned.  Now the Chickasaw have resurrected the hotel and added a nice casino … if you’re into that kind of thing.


CHIKA Exhibit sized

Just around the corner from the casino are multiple retail shops, including Bedré.



The Artesian



Bedré is both a cafe and the only Native American-owned line of gourmet chocolates.  And yes, Kelly, Bedré offers the best Wi-Fi hotspot in town … although to our chagrin, we have seen very few people in the cafe … I suppose everyone else is busy at the casino, putting their coin into Chickasaw coffers.  Kudos to the tribe for investing coin back into the community.


The second best hotspot for Wi-Fi is probably the McDonalds at the other end of town. I have used that network several times, while sipping a custom-made vanilla, chocolate and strawberry shake, thanks to another new friend. Just up the road from McDonald is  my hotel – the first Super 8 I have tried … I think. The hotel is certainly no frills, but has decent Wi-Fi.  I was a little hesitant to stay there, but the place has been recently refurbished, so not bad at all.  Two of the most popular restaurants in town are just across the parking lot — a Chinese buffet and a Mexican restaurant – New China and Abuelitas, respectively.





Across the street from the Artesian is another multi-million dollar facility, the visitor center with high-tech kiosks, gifts, and a very friendly and informative staff. All around the casino, chocolate bar and visitor center there is a Wi-Fi network compliments of the tribe.Very impressive … and just a couple of hours away from Dallas/Fort Worth.


Know what I sayin?

CHIKA Chief sized

Oklahoma Braum’s Lacks Wi-Fi, But Has Culture Of Its Own

February 1st, 2015 · Tags: Cities · Satire · Uncategorized · Wi-Fi

Braums art


Braum’s is an unusual fast food concept.


I think of it as a go-to place in a small town, if there is no Bluebell ice cream at the supermarket. But it is so much more. Great hamburgers … generous fries … and a decent selection of necessity-type groceries and a few odds/ins mixed in … on the counter tops and at the end caps above and surrounding the ice cream freezers.


(Sort of like a modern, refrigerated version of Fort Worth’s Kincaids hamburgers/groceries institution without the history.)


And in a really small town, say like Sulphur, Okla., Braum’s “got community.” … Maybe even its own language, as I reflect on learning a colloquialism there. My first hearing this new phrase came about after a young cowboy asked his toddler son what he wanted to eat.

“Whatta you want, Poo Poo?”  Before “Poo Poo” answered, the cowboy said he needed to visit the men’s room before he ate.  Then he changed his mind, and said he would “make ketchup first.”  Make ketchup first? This got my curiosity up.  I stood to go watch him make ketchup, but he changed his mind again and said he would take “Poo Poo” to the restroom, before he made ketchup … you know, kind of loudly updating everyone in the cafe.  (Dang it … how do you make ketchup?)  By this time, the mom interceded and said she would in fact make ketchup while “Diddy” and “Poo Poo” went to the bathroom.  (I am easily amused.)  I soon learned “make ketchup” meant to serve it up in those little paper containers from the condiments reservoir.  I will never know why the kid was called “Poo Poo.”


BUT despite all the great people watching … and with all this frozen goodness and all the after-church traffic, I am sad to report the Braum’s in Sulphur, Okla., has no Wi-Fi.


Typically, in cases such as this is when I filch Wi-Fi from a neighboring cafe. But … no such signal available this day. So, today for my I own amusement, I had to rely on other means — the people.


To my rescue and as if for my personal amusement, came the loud conversation of a family at the booth behind me. I first took notice of them as a woman loudly proclaimed that her cat is the most persnickety feline on the planet … or at least here in the county seat of Murray County … some 29 miles from the Chickasaw Nation headquarters in Ada, Okla., 29 miles as the crow flies. (How else would the crow get there? I digress …)


This funny lady was relating the antics of her rescued cat. Why so persnickety? Well …. the word on the street is that her cat will only eat one brand of cat food.


Just in time, before I opened my mouth and butted in, one of the men in her party laughed and informed her that the cat will eat any food, eventually. She didn’t seem to be a woman accustomed to waiting around. So she buys only the one brand.


There was more. This cat with the discriminating tastes also will not drink tap water from its cat bowl. “The only way the cat will drink is from the fishbowl.”


Ha … nice visual … :)

The same guy at the other table beat me to the punchline again, “Do you have to keep adding ‘fish flavor’ to the mix?”

The cat-lover explained that it did not seem to matter if the fish bowl was populated or not. However, she had returned home once, only to find “Mister Beta” lying motionless on the floor, “drowned in air” near a mostly empty fish bowl.


Several suggested it could be an aversion to chlorine …


Then the Wild Kingdom anecdotes came to an abrupt end, with a blast from above “NUMBER 8-14 PLEASE,” rattled the glass in the little cafe.


The ice cream maid from behind the counter, with her all-powerful microphone attached to the side of her face looked like Madonna back when microphone headpieces were new cool technology … virgin territory … so proud of her new high-tech capalities and cranking it up to its full potential … in a pretty empty eatery.


I was just about to say, “Hey, we’re not deaf” when I looked around and noticed a couple of local fellas signing “Please pass the salt,” at the next booth over.

I digress …


The staff at Braum’s is pretty nice.  Cheyenne could talk binge-watching “Game of Thrones” all day.  Ha … another worker seemed intrigued that I asked if they sold gum, among all the other groceries. They don’t …


Then the animal tales continued one booth away ….


Yah, they did find a limp Mister Beta that one time. “But usually, we just use the fishbowl to water the cat. That always makes my niece anxious when she comes over to care for the animals when I am out of town. ”


That’s mean.


She told several more rescued animal stories … and I picked up bits and pieces. Including this Kibbles & Bit … err … tid bit: “I could only see the dog’s head. It moved, so I knew it was attached to some kind of body that was alive …”  Elementary.  She may be a pet detective.




Anywho … Braum’s bombs for Wi-Fi, but the people are really nice … But now that cat lady, she’s what we call a hoot in these parts.  She and her friends saved the day — 3 pings.


Know what I sayin?

Not 1st Rodeo, Nor Last Picture Show. Wi-Fi Guy Passes By

January 19th, 2015 · Tags: Arts · Cities · Wi-Fi


ARCHER Michelangelo sized


There are wine stores, and there are wine cellars.

There are bookstores, and there is Booked Up.


Like some quaint, dark, quiet tasting room, Booked Up is filled with racks and racks of aged, premium, rare and limited edition treasures … lots and lots of old books … classics and not-classics. Something for every palate.  Booked Up began more than 30 years ago in Washington, D.C. before moving to … well … almost the middle of nowhere.


Have you been there? Moreover, have you been to Archer City? The town has been on that list of cool small Texas places circulating on Facebook as of late, largely I am sure, because it is the boyhood home of Pulitzer-winning, Oscar-toting, Larry McMurtry and the location of his bookstore(s). Booked Up is slightly off the beaten path in the not-so-thriving not-so-Metropolis rural heartland, about 25 miles southwest of Wichita Falls? You know Archer City … that Texas Town where Cybil Shepherd first caught everyone’s attention with her diving prowess in The Last Picture Show. That Archer City.

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Armed Forces Bowl > Pinged Wi-Fi At Best Bowl Of Season!

January 3rd, 2015 · Tags: Cities · Sports · Wi-Fi

AFB15 1358 Scoreboard

No worries …

It’s no stress to cover a football game with no vested interest … The outcome didn’t matter for me at the cold and drizzly Jan 2 Lockheed Martin Armed Forces Bowl in Fort Worth. My school had packed up for the winter.  Jan. 2 bowl … no great expectations either …


Then a funny thing happened. The Houston Cougars, who barely mustered six points in the other three hours of play, realized they had The Pittsburgh Panthers right where they wanted them. At the first of the fourth, it was 31-6 Pitt. All that would change. Houston scored for the first time in more than 10 minutes – a touchdown and then kicked to Pitt.


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Quick Pittch Wall

The score was 31-13 with 6:48 left in the game.


As is the custom, Pitt went into eat-the-clock mode and made little happen on offense after that – other than a field goal. 34-13, Pitt.

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No Wi-Fi, Great Heart Of Dallas Bowl – LaTech Outlasts Illini

December 30th, 2014 · Tags: Cities · Sports · Wi-Fi

HOD14 QB Eyes sized

Would you rather attend a bowl game with one big name program dominating in a blowout, or two midlevel squads duking it out? (… Squads, not the coaches or coaching assistants, the players … figuratively.)

I’ll take the latter.


Thus, once again, PingWi-Fi finds itself on the sidelines of the Zaxby’s Heart of Dallas Bowl (previously known as TicketCity). Our team has had a ball during bowl season over the years … still shooting selfies and hyping the crap out of the fact that we were the very first to #tweet an entire bowl game from the press box … while others laughed at us and Twitter back then. Look at the bowls tweeting their brains out now. I digress …


So what about this ZHOD14 bowl game?

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Gildan New Mexico Bowl Wi-Fi: Quirky In Abuquerque

December 23rd, 2014 · Tags: Cities · Hotels · Sports · Wi-Fi


UTEP Jump Pass sized

Jameill Showers, Having Launched 53-Yard Completion

ALBUQUERQUE — The 2014 Gildan New Mexico Bowl was the antithesis of the previous version. Last year — an air-it-out/shoot-em-up, between Colorado State and Mike Leach’s Washington State. This year … a much more physical, grueling, slightly conservative style of play pitting the Utah State Aggies (10-3, Mountain West Conference) vs. The Miners of UTEP (7-6, Conference USA) … Of course there is no fair comparison of an air raid and a running attack … neither style is better. Just different.


As evidence: the ’14 edition was 7-3 into the third quarter, before Utah eventually pulled ahead and recorded the win, 21-6. In the first quarter, there were 6 passes … total. Ha! That’s about the equivalent of one offensive trickplay these days.


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But there were plenty of interesting story lines, despite no passing records set this day. Take for instance that Kent Myers, the starting quarterback for The U-S Aggies was the fourth to start in that position this year. Then, when Myers was shaken up, a fifth QB emerged — receiver Ronald Butler took the snaps and tallied 69 yards on two rushes.

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Rust Never Sleeps & ‘Winter Is Coming’ At Ping Wind Farm

December 14th, 2014 · Tags: Cities · Satire · Wi-Fi


PingFarm Fog 2014 sized

Heading north out of Fort Worth toward my two favorite playa lakes in the world, my little SUV crossover was filled with great expectations … and camping gear. The Panhandle weather was unseasonably mild and sunny. November can be a beautiful time of the year, north of “North Texas” … plush, green winter wheat everywhere, white fluffy cotton bolls exploding all over the fields and just about as much autumn color as New England has foliage … albeit the golds, reds, oranges, and yellow hues are packed into the grains of every head of maize, corn and grain sorghum from fencerow to fencerow.

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My expectations included a great sunset followed by an equally stunning sunrise, the cedar- and mesquite-powered aroma of a campfire, moonlight bright enough to cast shadows and a billion stars, ever so clear and sparkly, all in their places where I had left them on the last trip.


The forecast said “lows in the 40s.” I answered, “I can do this.”

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Blog About Nothing … But Goodness/Craziness In Hood

November 10th, 2014 · Tags: Satire · Sports

Blood Moon


You meet the nicest people on motorcycles … and sometimes it leads to blogs about nothing.

Those among my inner circle of trust – ha — the 20-some-odd friends on Facebook — have already read a couple of pieces of this story. First, I posted the story of the crazed neighbor on the morning of the lunar eclipse — “The Blood Moon.” Some of you may recall that I was out early with my Nikon and tripod trying to capture a celestial selfie during the event. Ha … up early, wide awake and doing something I enjoy had made me extra positive. So, inadvertently in a great mood, I said hello to several people on the street, and “Did you see the eclipse?,” to a neighbor on the street.


Her response?


She gathered up her robe or night gown ever so tightly — or whatever she sleeps in and apparently waters the grass in — and yelled at me, “Don’t come any closer!”

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