Living on the southern tip of Val Verde County, Texas and within a stone's throw of the Mexican border, it is not unusual to hear music coming from Ciudad Acuña, fireworks on the weekends, Border Patrol helicopters circling the area at all hours of the night and day and last but not least the loud whistle of the passing trains.
For some reason for the past two days the noise coming from the train tracks has been louder than usual or at least that is the way I have perceived it...in particular the train whistle.
My neighbors worthless step-son...Ricky Martin and his concubine Rebeca de Alba (made up names)... drove back into town on Friday. It did not take long after unloading his truck for the music to start and the beer to flow. Fortunately he must of passed out and all was quiet by midnight.
Mother lives by a main road and thankfully the Val Verde Sheriff's Department has been cracking down on speeders and in the process finding many drunk drivers. Both last night and tonight as I sat in the kitchen I was privy to all the people they pulled over. Those red and blue lights were a constant, tonight more so than last night.
I thought Ricky Martin had passed out tonight as well, but no dice. I kept on hearing a car door open and close and sure enough he was in his truck drinking while his concubine yelled at him and slammed the door to his truck when he refused to go inside.
Then more red and blue lights this time by Walter's corral which faces the busy street. I saw Ricky Martin get off his truck and look towards that direction as he guzzled some beer and then stumbled up the stairs to his mother's house. How did Mom and I end up with such worthless neighbors...me in Houston and she in Del Rio?
Good night. May you all have Terlingua Dreams.