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And From Houston, I would have guessed your “Heroes had always been Cowboys”
(Waylon – Willie)
Back in the Recession of 1982 I got caught in the Aircraft Ind. Collapse in
Seattle. Had contacts in Friendswood, packed my tools in my Station-wagon
and hit the road for Houston. Three phone calls and I was running an
Engine Lathe at Wellhead Control Systems. Found an old winnebago Chieftain
for 4-grand, and parked it behind an oddball church in Pasadena, just off of
45. (The Evangelical Quakers got stuck with it after the original Charlatan
flew the coup. (Charlatans on the Gulf of Mexico?? Say Not So!! HaHa)

For a laugh, I had a Gilley’s Bumper Sticker, Made it down to Galveston,
saw the NASA Museum, Made it to the State Fair, and had the luck to not
be shot by the Police or Robbed. Luck or the hand of G-d is a wonderful
thing to have on your side in Houston.
And so you know I Ain’t Lying, Houstonians that have never been anywhere
else say “Yep, On G-d’s Beautiful Earth, there ain’t no Place Better than
Houston!”, and the old saying, “Rich or Poor, one thing we all got in
Common in Houston is the Cockroaches!”. And I’ve been there on those
nights when the fog sinks down, and the chemical factories burn off the
illegal crap straight into the Fog-Bank, and your eyes and the lining in
your nose burnes. It takes more than 34 years to forget Houston.

My Friends took me to see Brother Osteen Senior.
I walked in and thought, “Hmmm, Gilley’s Club is a warehouse made to
look like a Country-Western Club, and this looks like a Warehouse made
to look like a Church (Sorta). Hmmm, No Moneychangers in the
Entry-way, but a profit-making Book-Store opening directly where the
service is held.” And The metal link partition rolled down, signifying
that the Bookstore was closed, and the Service Would Begin!!!
They said there were 1,300 people there that day, and the A-Mens and
the Halleluyas were inspiring. It was clear that this Man’s respected
voice was speaking words that People had a Desire to Hear. He was
speaking mostly about Financial Blessing, and those Good Houstonians
were truly enamored. He Cried Out “G-d Wants You To Have That
Second Cadillac!!!”, and the Adoring Masses went WILD! The Floor
Shook And The walls Shuddered with the Strength of the AMENS! And
HALLELUJAS! that followed. I was shaking with Fury. Eliciting a
response magnitudes stronger than I could envision at the Sermon on
the Mount. 1,300 People, following(?) a Messiah who knowingly walked
into a trap in Jerusalem, who didn’t use the wealth and backing of
Joseph of Arimathea to bribe himself into a top position in Roman
Palestine, (we all know the rest). These Good People, Followers of this
Messiah, titillated to the Bone Marrow with a Message of Selfishness
and Personal Luxury. Things G-d was just waiting to Facilitate.

Afterwards, My Friend, with shock in his eyes sasid “You were so Furious
you could feel it in the air without looking at you! I was afraid others
would start turning to Look At You!”
Veil Can Call Me A Ba’alist if he so chooses. (I could care less).

In May of that year, Oil Collapsed, but I was back with the Fish in Alaska.
My friend from Friendswood at Brother Osteen’s?
A Top Notch Person, and still working in Tiberias, Israel.

Take Care, ANON
RR
Gotta Go,