March 17, 2020 - Tuesday morning

73 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Brownsville, Texas

Today's the last of our visit in Brownsville. Interesting, when looking back on our few days here. 

I didn't expect to like Brownsville. Of course, we love Mark and Sheri and knew we'd have a good experience regardless, but I've enjoyed the culture and how polite and friendly most have been. 

We're staying next door to the University of Texas, Rio Grande Valley. The campus is quite large and scenic and America's most southern university.

Just goes to show you that preconceived notions aren't always correct. In this case, I'm happy to have been wrong. I'll give Brownsville a two thumbs up along with some great memories.

Like every other university, UTRGV is, for the most part, shuttered until the current Great American Panic passes. The buildings are are of older Spanish vintage and the campus is beautiful. It appears no expense was spared, but like they say, everything is bigger in Texas... unless one is from Alaska.

We ventured to the Gladys Porter Zoo yesterday and though Gladys wasn't anywhere to be found, we had a good time walking around looking at all the critters.

One thing is certain, its mating time among the primates. Action was hot, fast, and furious. Just like the babes of spring break who were wearing dental floss, I'll leave those pictures to the imagination.

I could post pictures of lions and tigers and bears, oh my, but most people know what they look like. Instead, I'll put on a snapshot of two wild female homo sapiens, on the loose, wreaking havoc among the populace.

For the love of God, RUN! They've broken loose.

 Tuesday afternoon was spent poking our noses in here and there around town. The ladies did a bit of shopping and of course, Mark and I sat in the hot tub, letting the jets of hot water wash away all the aches and pains of life.

Speaking of aches and pains, what's with this virus? Don't answer, it was a hypothetical question. I can read the news. On the other hand, maybe I shouldn't as I don't know what to believe any more. One source tells me one thing, another has a different story.

Regardless, it appears America's appetite for toilet paper hasn't diminished. Ah, who'd have known that in a tanking economy, toilet paper would become the number one commodity.

Our plane is scheduled to depart at 6 AM from Harlingen, Texas, on Wednesday and assuming we can dodge the crazed lunatics running from one restroom to another in search of toilet paper at the Dallas/Ft. Worth Airport during our layover, we should be back in Laurel before noon. 

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Brownsville, Texas... y'all.

The Question of the Day:
Which one is Yooper Brother Mark?