Friday, October 26, 2012



My neighbors are quiet people. I rarely see them, but when I do there's always a friendly wave or a warm smile. We almost never interact, so when they asked me over for dinner I was a little surprised. And truthfully a little uncomfortable - I had gotten used to our somewhat antisocial relationship. I had grown accustomed to our distance. I'm a bad liar, so it was easier to say yes than to make up some excuse. They told me the night and the time and I told them I would be looking forward to it.
I'll admit that I had a very nice time. We didn't say much during dinner, but I felt welcome, comfortable, and relaxed. Closer to 8:00, I noticed they had begun glancing at a clock on the wall. Often, and with great discomfort. And then with a palpable panic.

They feigned reassurance when I asked about their change in demeanor. They both attempted to explain their behavior in overlapping dialogue. I found this particularly unsettling. Over their frantic words, I announced my appreciation for their hospitality and began to stand.

But then he asked, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

I was startled by the question and very uncomfortable. I wanted to leave. Badly. I answered his question and told him that I had an open mind to such things. And he asked me to sit.

He told me that he and his wife have had experiences. He said that their house had a presence...a ghost. He said that it came often. Every night in fact. He said it started in a corner of the basement, came up the stairs, opened the cellar door, and walked through the living room, into the dining room, and through the furthest wall. He pointed at the wall next to where I was sitting.

I realized this was the purpose of the invitation. They wanted a witness. Needed one. I could only think of two questions: What does it look like? and When does it happen?

He answered my last question first: At 8:18. Every single night.
We looked at the clock on the wall - 8:12.

Then he answered my first question: We don't know what it looks like.

When I asked him to explain, he told me they had both been unable to look at the presence. He said he and his wife have tried all these years, but can't. I found this absurd. And the entire story, which I had actually begun to believe was now either a hoax, a distasteful joke, or a delusion of two very disturbed people. I pushed back my chair and stood.

A noise. From under our feet, in the basement. They looked down at their plates. I looked at the clock - 8:18.

I could hear deep slow labored footsteps. They sounded miles beneath us, but I knew that wasn't the case. And then I felt the vibration. A sickening wave of a nauseating low hum forced me hard into my chair, my legs and knees weak and useless. I could hear the basement stairs creaking underneath a massive shifting weight. I wiped cold sweat from my face. The nausea was unlike anything I had ever felt. I heard the knob of the cellar door be gripped, and then turned. Slowly. The door began to open. The vertical crack of darkness from the creaking door seemed to release an even more intense low frequency hum. I tried to stare into the darkness, to see. To see IT.

But the putrid vibration was overwhelming. My body contracted. My legs and arms were drawn inward. My entire body gripped the chair. I could feel the muscles of my face contorting, and my eyes, as much as I fought to keep them open, closed. Tight.

I could hear It. Moving across the wood beams of the living room floor. They seemed to be groaning and splitting. The sickening waves of vibration seemed to rattle every loose object in the house. I wanted to cover my ears, but the piercing hum kept me frozen in place. I tried to scream out, but the muscles of my jaw refused. So I listened to it, coming closer and closer. Ripples and waves of the sickening sound covered me. I felt myself on the verge of fainting. 

But then It was gone. I opened my eyes. Just the three of us, in a quiet undisturbed house. Nothing seemed out of place. Except for the open cellar door.

That was three months ago. We haven't spoken since. And each night, despite making every effort to be busy or out of my house altogether, I find myself standing at the window which faces their house. Looking out across our ordinary lawns. Staring at that wall. At 8:18.

Happy Halloween!!!

Alamo Door & Awning
300 S. Bowen Rd.
Arlington, TX  76013


Friday, October 19, 2012

Big Tex goes up in smoke!!

Sad news today that a fire destroyed Big Tex this morning.  Only leaving behind little more than the metal frame of the 52 foot tall metal and fabric Texas cowboy that has been an icon of the State Fair of Texas.

Some fabric that made up the towering structure's hand and sleeves could still be seen as firefighters gathered around putting out the last embers.

HEIGHT:        52 Feet
WEIGHT:       6,000 Pounds
HAT:                75 Gallon, measuring 5 feet high
SHIRT:            The Williamson-Dickie Company will cover TEX's 30 foot chest with a shirt that
 has a 100 inch neck and 181 inch long sleeves.  This is 600 times larger than the shirts they sell in the stores.  The buttons are 3 and a half inches in diameter and the shirt contains 70 yards of blue denim and 80 yards of awning material.  It took 2 weeks and a team of 8 workers to make the shirt at the Dickies work-ware plant in Fort Worth, Texas.  

BELT:            23 feet long, with a 50 pound buckle

PANTS:        Size 284W x 185L.  The rivets are 3 and a half inches in diameter, the inseam is 200 inches, the fly is 56 inches long and his pants weigh a total of 65 pounds.  And, the Dickies' folks worked a week to sew the new pants. 

BOOTS:        Size 70, measuring 7 foot 7 inches high

One thing we can be certain of..... You know the saying.. In Texas all things are "BIGGER and BETTER" can't wait to see the "NEW and IMPROVED" Big Tex!!

Come on State Fair of Texas 2013

Friday, October 12, 2012

The Red River Rivalry

Red River Rivalry
Oklahoma Sooners vs. Texas Longhorns

One of the biggest college football rivalries is almost upon us. The Oklahoma Sooners with a record of 3-1 and ranked 13th in the nation will square off against the Texas Longhorns ranked 15th in the nation with a record of 4-1 for the 107th time.

 Neither team is really in contention for a national title this year (which is a first since 1999) but each team still would like to increase their chances for one of the top bowl spots.

This Rivalry is played at the Historic Cotton bowl at the State fair of Texas and will be played Saturday October 13, 2012 at 11:00am.

Where else can you go to enjoy one of the best college football match-ups and then enjoy food, rides and fun after the game? 
 No place other than the great state of TEXAS!!

Alamo Door & Awning 
300 S. Bowen Rd.
Arlington, TX.  76013