From Gene’s Notebook

…a bargain, the gallon of water in convenience stores, $1.29, beats the sodas and sports drinks …. I love tipping the plastic jug to my mouth ….

…and the turtles, all over the roads, maybe the rain, and most do not make it across, and are crushed; I picked one up on 281 and carried it to a wet ditch, hoping it would not try to re-cross the road, but maybe it’s home was on the other side; I did not ask …. Anyway, it had moved its head into its shell.

…morbid peeks at the river and resaca, up there with stopping for accidents, and by a Brownsville resaca about ten men and teens were fishing, all males; no bodies in the water; they were catching bass (stocked), and then one tossed a net in and landed an alligator gar, a primitive-looking creature (what does it think “we” are?), and then dumped it on the parking lot by the resaca; some yelled, “Kill it! Hit it!” But then one of them kicked it, and it skidded towards me. I jumped back, conscious that I was wearing sandals, and also that the fishermen, while polite, had a tight scene going.

“Watch it!” a teen yelled. “They f—–’ bite!”

“Thanks,” I said and left.

Watery moments, let there be more ….

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky