When it rains it pours; and that is much more than just a shallow metaphor. In the rains that fell on the East Texas area last night, my parents home fell victim to flash flooding for the third time in four years! They had lived in, and or owned that residence for more than twenty years, and now floods in the last three out of four years. How does this happen? What changed? Was it the development taking place on their neighbor’s property? Over the last few years they have made significant changes to their property which, I’m told, may have altered the flow of the creek that runs through my parents land. Whatever the reason it’s hard to know what to do or where to begin to clean up.
Upon seeing the devastation I made the usual phone calls, first my brothers and sisters, my parent’s pastor, my priest, etc. Next, hoping to raise attention and spur quicker clean-up and action on the part of their insurance company, (who knows whether or not it will work), I called the local news stations. Both KLTV and KETK sent out camera men and reporters, to record the scene, and both men were courteous and concerned. But KLTV reporter Layron Livingston in particular, was terrific. He spent at least an hour speaking with the family, taking pictures inside and outside of the house, and generally taking an interest in what was happening to a local family.
It’s hard to believe that we’re here yet again! It’s like having déjà vu two times over only worse each time. So now begins again the process of clean up and recovery; vacuuming up the water and mud, the smell of mold and mildew, fans running in every corner of the house, and of course removing and replacing the old wet sheetrock. It’s a long process to put one’s life back in order after that kind of horrible interruption, and living amongst the construction becomes a battle to achieve some kind of normalcy, not to mention a feeling of cleanliness. With more rain due in overnight tonight and then again next week, there’s no telling for sure when the work will begin in earnest.
At the end of the day I am thankful that I and my family live in the Tyler community. The support of friends, family and our respective local churches, will make all the difference in process of rebuilding. I’m sure that over the next few months I will be able to provide the occasional update on how things are developing. To read more about our family’s crisis, see Mr. Livingston’s piece on the KLTV website at http://www.kltv.com/global/story.asp?s=12631614.
TJC Cleaning Up Campus
August 3rd, 2010For those who go to TJC like my wife you may have noticed over the last many years a lot of ghetto hollering player wannabe’s on campus harrasing women as they walk to their cars.
This will all change this Fall semester as all students and faculty must where ID tags on a necklace around their necks. I for one am very happy about this change. Anyone having been at TJC for the last few years is probably happy as well.
Let me tell you a little story about why we are so happy about this new development for those who don’t like ID necklaces.
I have seen it many times before but just wrote it off as young punk kids and went on to class. It wasn’t as bad when I went to school at TJC but in the last couple of years it was getting down right ridiculous.
I interviewed a couple different groups walking around on campus in the past and asked them “what’s up?” and so forth like I am another typical punk wondering around looking for some booty.
Both times they told me they didn’t go to school there but were just chillin’ and so forth trying to look fly and other nonsense. So I got the picture that TJC had become a better Wal-Mart type of hook up location where gangsters can meet slutty women they can take back to their crib and maybe get them hooked on some crack.
TJC had truly become an undesirable place for me the more obnoxious these player types began to be. It got really bad to the point that everytime I would walk to my car to go home after class I would see atleast two gangster looking dudes with some big fat gold chains and stuff asking for women’s numbers as they went to their cars.
My wife would get these guys doing the same stuff to her when she would leave for class at night.
She started interviewing teachers and students and many of them would tell her the same thing and that they felt unsafe leaving class to get into their vehicles at night.
TJC had become a hang out spot for drug dealers and player pimp types.
Thank goodness TJC has implemented a new policy that requires all students and faculty to wear a student ID necklace around their neck to indicate their status.
This ID requirement could not be more needed than it is now. TJC was becoming a criminal hang out for awhile there.
I personally know of a family member we are not real happy with who married one of these pimp player drug dealer people that were not students of TJC.
They met out at the parking lot probably as he was yelling, “Hey girl can I have yo number!” and she actually responded well to this?
They got married and now this guy is in jail for felony robbery and drug dealing.
TJC thank you for doing something truly beneficial after so many years of security guards only being good at issuing parking tickets.
Tags: Booty, Cars, Crack, Dudes, Fall Semester, Fly, Gangster, Gangsters, Ghetto, Gold Chains, Goodness, Hook Up, ID tags required at TJC, JC new rules, Necklaces, Nonsense, Pimp Types, Punk Kids, Slutty Women, Socio-Political Commentary, TJC, TJC new rules, wal-mart, Wannabe
Posted in Education, Socio Political Commentary | No Comments »