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[cosplayinamerica]

Anime conventions and their Yamato roots

by Dave Merrill

“Conventional” (ha ha) wisdom says that the first American convention devoted to Japanese animation was Project A-Kon 1990 in Dallas, Texas. This prototypical event was instigated by a group of Texas anime fans gathered under the banner of Star Blazers’“Earth Defense Command,” a Space Battleship Yamato fan club that grew to embrace all of Japanese animation. As of this writing, Project A-Kon is preparing for its 20th show.

But was A-Kon the first anime convention in North America? No. Not even close. For years, we’d seen references and offhand comments about a “YamatoCon” that was held in the Dallas area years earlier. Were these references true? Our crack team of researchers donned their explorer togs, dusted off their pith helmets, and began the harrowing search for enlightenment. Well, to be honest we sent some emails. Here’s what we found…

The first YamatoCon – that is to say, the first American fan convention devoted to Japanese animation – was held on August 13, 1983 at the Harvey Hotel in Dallas Texas. This one-day affair was the brainchild of Mark Hernandez, Don Magness, and Bobb Waller, each of whom had experience in the Dallas comics/SF fandom community and each of whom put up their own hard-earned cash to make YamatoConhappen. Scheduled the next-to-last weekend before school started, Mark Hernandez remembers the planning being as simple as getting commitments from dealers, finding a venue, and setting a date. Yes, it really is that easy to start a convention.

Programming consisted of the first 26 episodes of Star Blazersrecorded off TV, shown in continuous order (minus commercials, of course) and a bonus Yamato film. This 13-hour Journey to Iscandar (“It was a long day,” says Mark) was a primary attraction at YamatoCon, 1983 being a time when VCRs and blank VHS tape were expensive, collections of Star Blazers on video were hard to come by, and the experience of watching Star Blazers outside the morning or afternoon UHF timeslot was a draw in and of itself.

Star Blazers on video wasn’t the only activity, of course. Like other conventions past and future, YamatoCon had a dealers room consisting of 22 tables of for-sale memorabilia. It might sound small by the standards of 25 years later, but we must remember that anime merchandise of the day – what was available in the States, anyway – hadn’t achieved the tidal wave proportions it would reach in the wake of Robotech, to say nothing of the total saturation of the post-Pokemon, post-Sailor Moon years. Anime merchandise in 1983 consisted chiefly of books and model kits. Roman Albums, Anime Comics, black and white manga volumes, the occasional manga weekly, and other publications streaming from Japan in the wake of the Yamato Boom battled for the anime fan dollar alongside model kits from Yamato, Crusher Joe and My Youth In Arcadia…not to mention the endless ranks of giant robot kits from unseen shows like Mobile Suit Gundam, Dougram, Ideon, and something called Macross.Along with the remnants of late 70s super-robot merchandise sold here as Shogun Warriors, the anime con dealers room in the early 1980s was far from barren. In fact, I still waste my money on that sort of stuff.

Also available at YamatoCon were copies of Mark Hernandez and Don Magness’s Star Blazers fanzine Argo Notes. Future EDC officer/contributor, fan artist and “Between Galaxies” author Logan Darklighter won the model contest with, naturally, a Yamatomodel. It proved to be a pivotal day in Texas anime fandom. Approximately 100 attendees and 8 dealers made the show an unqualified success. Don remembers it this way: “I remember we got to the hotel early and set up the rooms, then went out to breakfast. When we got back, there were 3 young men sitting on the front steps, one of them had a convention flyer. Mark asked if they were there for the con, and they said they were. We went inside and out of their hearing range and had a little celebration. 3 people had come! We had no idea that the place would soon be packed.”

A showing of 100 might not sound like a lot in today’s numbers (“that was about 100 more than we expected,” said Don). However, when considered against the attendance at general SF conventions in 1983 – a time when your absolute largest cons MIGHT draw five or six thousand attendees and your typical Dallas or Atlanta comic book show maxed out at three – YamatoCon‘s ability to nail down that many dealers and customers is commendable.

The show’s importance went beyond the one day; people across Texas and indeed, across fandom as a whole, who were unable to attend or who heard about it after the fact were spurred into action by the mere fact of YamatoCon‘s existence. That such a thing could happen – that Americans could organize and hold a successful anime convention – was both revelation and reassurance. Anime fandom was going to be more than just a video room grudgingly tacked onto the local Star Trek show or a half-page of merchandise in the back of the latest issue of Fangoria.

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[kazosa]

Wildwood Prequel: the Meeting

Summary: In the summer of 1995, you went to Texas and in a chance encounter, you met the boy who would become your lifelong friend and penpal.

Pairing: Female reader x Jensen Ackles

Word count: 6k

Warnings: none other than crippling embarrassment

A/N: please remember this is only fiction and not intended to be disrespectful to any real life people.

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Editor credit: @coffee-obsessed-writer

In the summer of 1995 you were 16 and going on a work vacation with your parents. It wasn’t your ideal choice, but you had two options. One was to stay with your grandmother who had never shown any interest in you because you were not your older brother. Also, the idea of having to sleep on your passed away grandfather’s old bed was absolutely not an option. The other option you had was squeezing into the extended cab truck “backseat” while your dad delivered a piece of bakery equipment to a grocery store in Dallas, Texas. It would take at least a full day to drive from your hometown to Texas, crammed in the extended cab, but you went anyway knowing that if you didn’t, you wouldn’t get a vacation that summer.

It ended up taking a day and a half to get there because your dad didn’t want to take the equipment on the interstate. By the time you reached Dallas it was so incredibly hot. It was hot in your hometown, but not like it was in Dallas. You felt bad for your dad being outside in the heat to help the store workers unload the machine. Sweat flowed freely… When the work was complete, you got lunch before heading out to find South Fork Ranch. The show Dallas had ended, but your mother loved the show and wanted to see the house that was used for the exterior shot of the ranch.

Your parents decided to stay in Texas a little while and had booked a suite at one of the fancier hotels nearby.

“Please tell me it has a pool,” you said.

“Of course it has a pool,” your mom answered.

“Heard that one before Debra,” you chided. 

“You won’t let that go, will you?”

“No ma’am!”

She already gave you the okay to look around and go swim before you left the room. You’d gotten explicit instructions not to leave the hotel, not that you would have any idea of where to go in a city you’d never been in. When you were changed, you wrapped your towel around your waist and loaded your fanny pack with sunscreen (Mom made you take it), walkman, sunglasses, $5, and of course, the room key.

You’d spotted the pool on the way in and were fumbling with the fanny pack for your sunglasses when it happened. You hadn’t even seen him before you walked right into a wall with legs. Your momentum sent you tumbling to the floor and your fanny pack contents, too.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself. You fell on your bad knee and yanked your towel loose. Even though you had on your swimsuit, you felt horribly exposed. Snatching your towel first, you flung it over your shoulders while crouched on all fours. Meanwhile a tall, pretty-boy stood staring at you in a daze. When you glared at him, it seemed to snap him back from wherever his mind had gone.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, helping you stand, “Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

He went to grab your things that had gone flying across the floor. He hurried back to hand them to you.

“Fanny pack, huh?” he said with a grin.

“I’m not the purse type,” you didn’t even like the word purse. You were looking over your walkman to make sure it wasn’t broken. You saw something on the floor he’d missed and were going to grab it, but that was when you discovered your flip-flop was trashed.

“Shit.” You stumbled again and the guy grabbed your arm to steady you. When he saw what you were looking at, he stepped away to get it for you.

“You here on vacation?” he asked shyly.

You were pretty sure that was obvious but you’d noticed Texans couldn’t help but small talk.

“Yeah, I’m here with my parents. They’re finally letting me do stuff by myself,” you said. “Are you here with someone?”

“Ah yeah. My parents, too. I was supposed to be somewhere else but I missed the bus and they made me come with them.” He looked down at your broken flip-flop. “Are you going to be here a while? Maybe I can take you to get new ones, or we can go do something? My brother and sister are with my grandparents and I don’t want to be stuck with my parents all week…” he trailed off, realizing he was babbling.

“Are you from here? Do you drive?” you were curious. Hanging out with someone while on vacation would be more fun than being by yourself or doing tons of stuff with your parents.

“I’m from Texas, but I don’t live in the city. I’m about an hour away. I do drive. Might be able to take you somewhere for new flip-flops…”

“Um… I don’t know about that. I can’t leave the hotel but… we can definitely hang out. I’m heading to the pool now if you want to come.”

You were feeling nervous even talking to a boy, but you could tell he was a little nervous too, and that helped. It was weird for you to even be so bold. Normally new people were hard for you to get to know and open up to, but you figured, what the hell. You would go home in a few days and you might not ever see the pretty-boy again. It was a very freeing situation.

“Yeah, I just gotta go change. Don’t leave, okay?” he said with a smile.

You were going to the pool whether he came back or not.

“Hey, what’s your name?” he had already turned to leave but came back.

“(Y/N),” you answered. “What’s yours?”

“Jensen,” he said quickly and turned to leave.

“Jensen?”

“Yep. Back in a bit.” He left your view.

After swimming for a while, you got out of the water and bought yourself a soda and candy before going back to your lounge chair. In the Texas heat, you were already almost dry except for your hair. You put on some sunscreen and positioned your chair to be in the shade. The year before, you’d gone to Disneyworld for a band trip and had gone to Coco Beach and got a bad sunburn. That experience was still fresh in your mind and you didn’t want to repeat it. When you were doing your best to get your back you heard someone talking.

“Need help with that?” the voice said.

You almost didn’t turn because you expected to find some creep staring at you. Thankfully it was Jensen and… he looked really cute in his swim shorts and T-Shirt. Throwing away all inhibition, you said, “Do you mind?” and held out the sunscreen to him.

He put his things down on the lounge chair next to hers and took the bottle. Yes, he’d asked, but he’d thought she wouldn’t say yes to his offer. Having to put his money where his mouth is, he put lotion in his hand and began to apply it to her smooth skin.

“Make sure you get the middle, I couldn’t reach,” you told him.

He made a sound and you felt his hand spread the lotion where you told him. “What about you? You need help or are you going to wear the shirt?” You turned to look at him. He already looked like the heat was getting to him. “Some people swim in shirts…”

“Us Texas boys can take it,” he said. He was staring and forced himself to look away.

“You sure? It’s no big deal. Wouldn’t be good to get a sunburn, pretty boy,” you teased and took the lotion from him and applied a thin layer to your face.

“Nope. You ready?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and standing.

“Yeah,” you stood up. “What do you—”

Jensen grabbed you to him and jumped in the water with you, sunglasses and all. You weren’t even mad and your sunglasses stayed on.

“Refreshing!” he said with a grin after you both popped up out of the water.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You might have done the same thing to him, eventually.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you could barely believe your own ears. If you weren’t in Texas, and your own home so far away, there was no chance you would never have been so free. “So how old are you?” you asked with only your head out of the water.

“17 on March 1st,” he answered. “How old are you?”

“16 last month. Junior or Senior?”

“Senior.”

“Junior. College?”

He shook his head. “Probably not.”

“How come?”

Jensen shrugged. “It’s not for me. I could go. My parents want me to, but…”

“My parents want me to, also. I want to have a good job and make money, but college sounds scary to me. But my brother flaked out and if I go, I would be the first in my family.”

“What would you study?” he asked. You only shrugged. “I want to act.”

“Seriously?” He nodded. “What are you going for? TV? Movies?”

“If I graduate, my parents and I talked about it, I’ll give it a solid year of trying to get anything. Movies would be cool, but TV is steady and you can still do movies.”

“Huh. Cool. I hope it works out for you,” you told him.

He shrugged, “We’ll see. I hope I’m good enough.”

“You’ll get your foot in the door, if not for talent, you sure are pretty enough,” you laughed, but were serious, too.

“Stop it…”

“No. You are. Every pretty teen girl’s dream,” you laughed, still teasing. 

“Does that mean I’m your type?” Jensen asked.

You laughed. “God no. You’re too pretty and way out of my league. Guys like you are only ever friends with someone like me.” The idea of someone like Jensen being interested in you was utterly ridiculous.

“You might be surprised. Just, don’t shoot him down too hard, be open to it when he asks,” he said.

“Yeah, right. I’ll be single forever,” you lamented. “Do you know how many times I’ve been mistaken for a boy?!”

“It doesn’t matter, you’ll be someone’s Nova,” he smiled.

*GASP* “Jensen! You’re a nerd!”

“Shhhh, don’t tell anyone. You’ll blow my pretty-boy image.”

A volleyball landed with a splash nearby as if to save you both from more awkward conversation. Jensen grabbed the ball and looked towards where the net was set up and picked out the guy waving at him to throw it back. Jensen drew back his arm and you watched as the ball sailed across the pool and landed with a splash next to the man.

“Hey, y’all wanna play with us?” the man called. “We need two more.”

Jensen looked at you, now standing, asking with his eyes.

“Sure, what the hell,” you answered. “Been a while since I played last.”

He watched as she made her way over to the other players and wondered how anyone would ever mistake her for a boy.

You had no idea how much time had passed. You and Jensen played several games of volleyball with the other group and you noticed he was really good. You worked well together and could anticipate each other’s moves. Playing on land was hard enough, but was much harder in water. Jensen noticed you were getting tired and pulled you both out of the game and suggested you go back to the lounge chairs.

“Oh my God,” you took a few drinks of your now hot soda. “I haven’t done that in a long time.”

“You were pretty good,” he noted.

“I played in middle school, but not in water,” you were winded. “Do you play sports or are you just good at everything?”

Jensen just shrugged. He was looking in your fanny-pack and pulled out your walkman.

“Nice,” he said, “got a cassette in here?”

You nodded. “Led Zeppelin.”

“Good choice,” he approved. “Favorite song?”

“Kashmir,” you answered. Jensen nodded. “What’s yours?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to find out. Haven’t really given them a good listen…”

You smirked. “Country?”

“Yeah,” he drew out the word. “Kinda obvious, huh?”

“I can talk country, a little. Not my preference. My mom likes it, so by default, I know stuff.”

“I like a lot of different stuff, just haven’t sat down and really listened. Who’s your country groups?”

“The Judds, Reba, Garth, George.”

“Jones or Strait?”

“Strait.”

He made a fist pump.

“Anyone else?”

“Alan Jackson and Sawyer Brown.”

“Okay. You’re cool. I thought we’d have to boot you out of Texas if you didn’t like a little country.”

You pulled out the headphones and detached the broken one and handed it to him. “We can listen together.”

The two of you sat close together, listening to your tape and talking quietly through one side and most of the other side before a shadow fell over you. Someone had stopped and stood over you both. You flicked your eyes to the side and you would have known those Reeboks anywhere. Jensen had already put down your broken earphone and was tapping your knee.

You took a deep breath and hung your head with a sigh.

“I gotta go. That’s my dad,” you were gathering your things.

“(Y/N),” your dad’s voice, coming very abruptly, forced you to give him your attention. “You were supposed to be back by six.”

You had stuffed your things quickly into your fanny pack and faced your dad. “You guys didn’t tell me that and there’s no clocks out here to check the time. I’m ready.”

Jensen had popped up quickly to defend you. “I’m sorry, sir, it’s my fault. She was just keeping me company.”

Your dad trained his piercing blue eyes to Jensen, pointing a finger at him. “You’d better stay out of this, kid.”

“Dad, stop! We were just hanging out together,” you pleaded.

“Get moving, you need to get showered so we can go eat.” You could clearly hear his irritation but you weren’t 100% sure you were the problem.

You and your dad were a few steps away when you remembered you had a pen in your fanny pack.

“I just need one second,” you darted away from your dad before he could stop you and back to a bewildered Jensen. “I’m sorry about him,” you grabbed his arm and scribbled your name, room number and a star on his hand. “It was fun today, maybe we can hang out tomorrow.” You wrote as you talked. “If I live that long. See ya.”

He watched her dash back to her scary as shit dad. He could tell that they were talking and he wondered if it was about him. When they disappeared from view, he looked down at his hand. ‘734 Nova *’ and smiled.

“There you are! Where have you been?” his mom asked when he got back to the room.

“The pool,” he answered and checked his face in the mirror. Pink, but not too bad, he thought.

“All day?”

“I met a girl,” he said.

“Of course you did,” his dad said, “they just find you.”

“Yeah, kinda. She ran into me, broke her sandal and her things went everywhere. We kinda hit it off.”

“What’s this?” his mom took his hand.

“Her room number,” he could feel the heat rising in his face and it wasn’t from the sunburn.

“Jensen! Did you even meet her parents?” his mom asked.

“Met her very intimidating dad.”

“Oh man…”

“I owe her some new flip flops at least. You guys going out?” Jensen asked.

“Yeah, to the place we like in the city. You can order room service but don’t go crazy.”

“I know the drill.”

You stood in the waiting area with your parents while they sat until your table was ready. Normally, you weren’t a dress up fancy kind of gal, but you didn’t care that night. You’d made a new friend and you really liked him. You were reliving every moment, gently swinging your hips to sway the skirt you only ever wore for special occasions. You were looking at the decorations on the wall when an attractive couple, about the same age as your parents, walked in and the man went to the hostess stand.

“Name please,” the hostess asked.

“Ackles for 7:30,” he responded.

“Ah yes, welcome Mr. Ackles. It will be ready soon. I’m sorry for the delay.”

“It’s okay, we’re a little early.”

A seed of panic sprang up. They couldn’t be Jensen’s parents, right? You looked at the woman and you knew she had to be Donna, his mom. But where was Jensen? Once again, you stepped out of our protective bubble of silence.

“Excuse me,” you ventured. “This is going to sound so strange, are you Jensen’s mom and dad?”

It was almost comical the way they looked at you and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was your clothes or hair that were making them look at you like that.

“Yes, we are.” They still seemed bewildered. Donna spoke up. “Oh my gosh, you must be (Y/N)?”

“Yes,” you answered. “I know I’m not what anyone expected this weekend.” You caught a glimpse of your parents staring at you in shock. “I just wanted to say hi and let you know Jensen saved me from a boring day alone.”

“Mind if we say hello to your parents, kiddo?” the man you knew must be Alan asked.

Oh my god no! What have I done!? Your brain screamed. Before you even realized what was happening, you found yourself introducing your parents to your new friend’s parents. The next thing you knew, you were all sitting at the same table and having the most awkward meal in the existence of humankind. It was awkward for you, anyway. The adults all seemed to be getting along fairly well like you and Jensen had. Then your dad… my lord… your dad…

“Jensen is the name of a repair shop where we’re from,” came spilling from your father’s mouth.

If there were one trait you inherited from him, it was the utter oblivion you experienced when saying anything so awkward or embarrassing. But a trait you got from your mother was to always immediately recognize when it happened. Your father was not so blessed. You and your mom were embarrassed enough for him.

“Honestly, we thought we were having a girl and didn’t have a boy name picked. So we made Jennifer to Jensen,” Donna explained with a giggle. She patted your knee under the table and gave you a quick smile.

The food was long gone and you were on your third soda and yawning at the table before the adults decided to call it a night.

“If you and Alan ever get up our way, you should visit,” your mom said to Donna.

“We’ll have to exchange info before you head back,” Donna responded. “I’m sure the kids will do it for us.” Donna turned her attention to you. “Do you and Jensen have plans tomorrow?”

Your eyes flashed to your dad then back to Donna. “Um… well, not exactly. I had to leave before we could talk about it. Is there anything at the hotel we could do?”

“You know, I don’t know, but I’m sure you two will find something. I‘ll have him call you,” she said.

The next morning, you found yourself outside the arcade with a sunburnt Jensen. He called your room that morning and asked you to meet up by the arcade. As soon as you saw him, you laughed.

“C’mon,” you pulled his arm, “I saw a little store by the pool. I’m sure they have something for that burn.”

You walked away from the tiny store with new sandals and a little bottle of aloe. You made him stop walking and took out the aloe holding it out to him.

“Here, put some on your face,” you told him. “Just humor me, Jay.” You tried out the nickname.

It was painful to look at him trying to get the “hot spots”. You could only imagine how it felt for him.

“Alright, stop,” you said. “Put a little in my hand.”

Grudgingly, he did as you asked. He was compliant as you gently put aloe on the bridge of his nose, forehead, cheeks and tops of his ears. You were focused on applying the aloe when you made eye contact. His green eyes held yours for a moment before you had to break away. The flood of emotions that filled you were exhilarating and scary, and overwhelming. The confusing rush was handily tucked away to be dealt with, maybe never. You might never see him again and didn’t want to develop a crush.

“You okay?” he asked.

You started walking towards the arcade again.

“We’re going home tomorrow,” you said.

“Already?”

You nodded. It was going way too fast. “I guess it’s true that time flies when you’re having fun.” You let a few moments pass and went back and forth on whether or not to even ask. Jensen grabbed a token cup and was feeding bills into the token machine. “You wanna be pen pals?”

Jensen laughed. “Pen pals? Really?”

“Yeah, I know it’s stupid. Forget I said it.” You took a few steps into the arcade.

“No wait, hold on,” he said, catching up to you. “I was just surprised. I was thinking of how we could stay in touch, but calling would cost a lot…”

“So? Yes?” you asked.

“Yeah. Let’s do it. Maybe we can meet up again sometime,” he said casually. “Got a pen and paper in that fanny pack?”

It was a relief to hear him say it. Maybe it was just your own nerdy self showing, but the idea of having a friend who lived far away and writing to them was exciting. And it was always a plus to get mail. You pulled out your little notepad and pen, quickly writing out your full name and address, then Jensen did his, and tore out the slip with your info and put it in his shorts pocket.

“Let’s go play some games,” he smiled, taking your hand and walking with you into the arcade.

You told yourself it was no big deal that he was holding your hand and everything was perfectly normal. You made yourself believe that friends do that and shoved down any thought that wanted you to believe otherwise. He wasn’t even your type. He was the popular kid, too good looking, too good at everything…

Jensen put the token bucket down on the divider between two skeeball machines.

“Good with this?” he asked. You nodded, still shoving down the definitely friendly hand holding feelings. “Ever play?”

“Yeah, once or twice,” you said, fully knowing you played it every time you found it at an arcade. “Are we going to put a bet on this?”

“I like how you think. Best two of three? I win, you throw away the fanny pack,” he said.

“How dare you,” you feigned outrage. “Well, if I win, you have to take pictures with me in the photo booth.”

Jensen held out his hand, “Deal.”

You took his hand and shook it.

“I’m gonna smoke you,” he said.

“Okay,” you said sarcastically. “Don’t let me win.”

“I don’t plan on it,” he grabbed two tokens and put them in the machine change slot. “That fanny pack has to go.”

“Oh, so it's on, huh?”

Jensen pushed the slide in, releasing the skeeballs. 

“Like Donkey Kong.”

You stood quietly reading the instructions on the photo booth while Jensen leaned against the booth wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You hustled me,” he grumbled.

You shrugged with a small smile. “Maybe a little,” you admitted. “Are you more mad that you have to do the photo booth with me, or that I don’t have to get rid of my fanny pack?”

“Oh, bit of both, I think. That fanny pack is ridiculous.”

“My fanny pack is awesome. You’re just jealous you don’t have one.”

“No, that’s not it,” he said. The truth was he didn’t hate it. He actually kind of liked the way it bounced off her butt when she walked. The last thing he needed, or wanted, was to fall for someone he might never see again… but he wanted to see her again… he hoped he would. “Let’s get this over with.” I don’t want it to end, he thought.

The booth was smaller than either of them thought. He got in first and there was no space on the seat for (Y/N) too.

“Uh-oh,” she said.

“What?” he asked. “C’mon,” he patted his thighs, “Let’s do this.”

“I’ll crush you.”

“Then I’ll die happy, get in here before I change my mind.”

She stood between his knees then gently sat on his leg, her arms around his shoulders. His arms wrapped around her to help hold her steady. 

“What now?” he was almost whispering.

“Oh,” she shifted her body into his to get the cash out of her back pocket. He had to think about anything else or he might have to explain himself to her. Anything else… Finally she got it and put the money in. “You ready?”

Snapping out of the heady aura of her just in time for the first flash of the camera. He could barely focus on what was happening. Thankfully he knew how to make his expressions change quickly to match hers. Before the last picture snapped, he caught her eyes and he knew he would never forget that look. She was happy and it was because of him. When she cupped his jaw, he thought she might kiss him, but only their foreheads touched for the last picture. She breathed out a heavy sigh through her nose before leaving him sitting there by himself for a moment, for which he was grateful.

When Jensen stepped out of the booth, the pictures finally dropped and you pulled them out to check them over. You only got a glimpse of them before he snatched them out of your fingers, tore the photo strip in half and handed the top half back to you.

“Hey, don’t I get to look, too?” you asked, trying to get the other half of the pictures back from Jensen.

“Ah, no, these are mine. I didn’t look at the other ones,” he said. “You want to go grab some food?”

You gave him a look. “Okay, weirdo. Yeah, I could eat.”

Forgetting about the pictures, he took your hand and walked with you to the small restaurant inside the hotel. Your parents still had you under strict rules not to leave the hotel grounds, even though they had become friends with Jensen’s parents. You had a nice lunch of club sandwiches, chips and sodas. He told you he found out that there was a mini-golf course somewhere on the property and he wanted to try it out.

“I love mini-golf,” you said.

He stopped walking to look at you. “Like, how much?”

“You wanna put a bet on it?” you teased.

He gave you a side-long glance, briefly considering the skeeball outcome. “No bet.”

You only laughed, you already felt like you won just spending time with him. Despite trying your hardest on the mini-golf course, you lost miserably and Jensen wasn’t even trying to be a good winner.

“Man, I should have put a bet on this,” he said when he calmed down a little.

“Yeah, you should have,” you agreed. “I said I loved mini-golf, not that I was good at it. You could have forced me to throw away my super sweet fanny pack.” You turned so he could see it resting on its namesake.

He tipped his head to the side to look at the “fanny” pack. It had very few redeeming qualities. However, it was only plain white and sat so perfectly in place.

“It’s not that bad,” he quickly said when he realized he was staring. 

“So, you just don’t like it because it sits on my butt?” you wiggled your hips making it shake. “Can’t get a good look?”

Jensen hoped his sunburn hid the blush he was feeling wash over his face. Slowly he started walking and (Y/N) walked with him.

“Do you always blurt out what you’re thinking?”

“Nope. Almost never. You’re just lucky and getting me in full force,” you said, but hoped you hadn’t crossed a line.

“Huh, not sure if lucky is the word.” His tone only half-hearted.

“(Y/N),” your dad barked, making both you and Jensen stop in your tracks. “Time to say goodbye to your friend. We’re going out to dinner.” His steely blue gaze locked on Jensen. If the situation were different, you might have laughed at how wide-eyed Jensen was. Your dad’s otherwise dark features highlighted his bright blue eyes and could be down right scary when he wanted to be. Apparently he wanted to scare the shit out of Jensen. “Your folks are looking for you.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Jensen sputtered.

“Dad, we didn’t do anything wrong,” you said quietly.

Jensen and his parents were in a different part of the hotel. You looked back to see him still standing there and gave him a wave. Turning back to catch up to your dad’s long strides, you swung the fanny pack to the front, just for Jensen.

Back in your room, your parents informed you that they were going out and that you needed to stay in your room and not leave. They hadn’t liked you spending the whole day with Jensen because you hadn’t checked in with them once, even though you’d never left hotel property.

“Seems a little unfair,” you could be a little more open with your mom. 

“Well, be that as it may, you’re staying here. You can order food to the room, but don’t over do it, and please stay here. Don’t let anyone in this room and no phone calls outside the hotel,” your mom gave you your instructions for the night with a knowing look.

You bit back a little smile. “You look nice and I like your perfume.”

“Thank you, honey,” she said. “We’re gonna go now.”

Your dad had stuck his head into your room.

“Did you give her the good word?” he asked.

Mom gave him an exasperated look. “Yes, I did, that’s why I’m in here.”

But he couldn’t just let it lie. “You stay in this room. No boys.”

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s go,” your mom tried to usher him out.

Finally your dad took the hint and was satisfied that he got his two cents in, too, and they left you to your lonely devices. The clock read 6:30 and you wondered if Jensen was suffering the same fate. The room service menu had decent looking food and you didn’t know what to get. You flipped on the TV for some background noise. It was too quiet and it was kicking your anxiety into action. The channel card was under the remote and saw that HBO was provided by the hotel.

“Nice,” you muttered and punched in the channel number on the remote. When the channel changed, the credits for another movie started playing. “Chicken tenders and fries, please,” you repeated to yourself as you reached for the phone. Somehow, you managed to place your order without sounding too stupid and your food would be on the way shortly. You thought about calling Jensen’s room, when your phone rang, scaring the hell out of you. Immediately, you snatched up the receiver, almost dropping it at the same time.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey.”

Your stomach did a little flutter. “Hey.”

“Did you get in trouble?”

“Not exactly. I think my dad didn’t like me spending so much time with you and this is his punishment. I have to stay in my room and you can’t come over.”

“Kind of ironic. I think my mom and dad are going out with yours.”

“Maybe that’s our punishment,” you mused. “Are you stuck, too?”

“Yeah, but we have HBO. Wanna watch a movie?”

“What? Together? And hang out on the phone?”

“Yeah,” he answered simply.

“I’m already on HBO. I ordered food, too.”

“Sounds like we have a plan. What’s on next, did it say?”

“My Cousin Vinny.”

Jensen and you had already seen the movie so you didn’t miss much when you both talked through the whole movie and ate your dinners. Even when the movie was over you were still chatting.

“Jay, you’re gonna write to me, right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he sounded tired. “Just write back.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, I promise,” you smiled. You heard your parents come in on their side of the joint hotel door. “I think my parents just got back.”

“I better let you go then. Hey, will I see you tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, but I bet my dad will want to leave early.”

“Like how early?”

“Eight or nine. It’s a long drive back home. I’m… not good at goodbyes. I don’t want to cry in front of you.”

There was a long pause where neither of you spoke. You didn’t want to cry on the phone with him either. Jensen just tried to make sense of it all.

You broke the silence first. “I just want to thank you for being with me this weekend. It almost felt like I had a boyfriend and I had a really nice time hanging out with you. So, thanks and goodnight cuz I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“Goodnight, Nova.”

Even though you had no idea when you would be leaving, and you had told Jensen as much, you still looked around the lobby hoping you might see him just one more time. Your mom finished checking out at the front desk and stopped you from pacing to go outside to wait for the truck.

“You really like him, don’t you?” she said while you both waited for your dad to bring the truck around.

You nodded, but didn’t look at her.

“Maybe you could write to him. Did you get his address?”

You nodded.

“I like Alan and Donna. We talked about visiting again. Maybe they can visit some time and all of the kids can come up,” she posited.

You only nodded. Jensen would be a senior that year and he already said when he was done with school, he was going to California to try and to get into acting. If the Ackles’ family visited next summer, you knew Jensen wouldn’t be there and you wouldn’t ask him to give up his dream. It would be at least two years before you saw him again, if ever, you were sure of that. You would have to be out of high school, at the very least, before you could go anywhere.

Your dad seemed to be in a hurry to go and had thrown your things into the truck even though it was barely eight a.m. You climbed in and pulled the front seat into place, letting your mom know she could get in. You sat sideways on the tiny seat, with your pillow for back cushion, and your legs stretched out to the other side. Finding your fanny pack, you pulled out the little notepad that held Jensen’s address and checked to make sure it was still there. Satisfied it was safe, you put it back in the fanny pack and pulled out the photostrip from the day before.

He wasn’t someone you typically found attractive. Light hair. Very pretty. Very preppy and popular. So good at everything, except skeeball. Too perfect. You would miss him though. His face in one picture was too funny. He was making such a crazy face and you were laughing at him.

For all of the things that weren’t your type, there were other things about him that were very appealing to you. His humor. His kindness. His immediate acceptance of you. He never made you feel like you were less than him in any way. In fact, he made you feel great and like no one existed but you. Jensen could have looked at any of the other girls at the hotel, but he didn’t.

Maybe you wouldn’t see him again, or maybe you would, but you would at least have that weekend with him.

#jensen ackles rpf #you x jensen ackles #reader x jensen #jensen ackles x reader #real person fanfiction #wildwood

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Peter Tork with fans Diane Porter and Barborah Hazlewood backstage at the Dallas Memorial Auditorium on August 8, 1967. Photo from the Fort Worth Star-Telegram Collection, University of Texas at Arlington Libraries.

“Hysteria from the fans worries me. Even right here at this reception [in London] a girl just threw herself at me and said she loved me. My feeling is, if she really loves me, why doesn’t she let me go when I ask her to? Love should be a reciprocal thing, and a girl carried away by hysteria is not in love. Perhaps it is unrequited love which is really just transferred emotions. The thing that worries me most about fans is my lack of direct contact with them. The only contact I really have with them is through you, the press, and really that is not entirely satisfactory. Occasionally we manage to get some letter reproduced in the fan club magazine, but that’s as near as we get.” - Peter Tork, Disc & Music Echo, January 13, 1968

About the photo:

“Monkee Peter Tork had a warm and winning welcome for Barborah Hazlewood [on the right in the above photo] […]. She was one of the two Tarant County girls who won KFJZ disc jockey Mark Stevens’ ‘Meet the Monkees’ contest by correctly answering questions about the teen-agers’ television idols. […] [The other contest winner was Diane Porter.] [Stevens] took Diane and Barborah to a suite in the hotel where they had a 15-minute visit with Peter and a quick encounter with Davy. Diane had worked since June on paper mache replicas of drums and guitars which she gave her television idols. And Mrs. Hazlewood said Barborah had gone around for days with her transistor radio plugged into her ear so she wouldn’t miss the questions she had to answer to win the contest.” - Fort Worth Star-Telegram, August 11, 1967

#Peter Tork #1967 #1960s #Monkees fans #Monkees #60s Tork #The Monkees #Tork quotes #Tork fan photos #and that looks like Lynne Randell in the background #1967 Tork #<3 #Tork fan recollections #Disc and Music Echo #Fort Worth Star-Telegram #can you queue it

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LÉGENDES DU JAZZ

HERB ELLIS, LA GUITARE SWING À SON MEILLEUR

"If you're not swinging, he's going to make you swing."

- Les Paul

Né le 4 août 1921 à Farmersville, près de Dallas, au Texas, Mitchell Herbert Ellis était le fils du cultivateur de coton Clifford Ellis et de Martha Kennedy. Ellis avait commencé à se passionner pour la guitare électrique après avoir entendu le musicien country George Barnes à la radio.

Après avoir commencé à jouer de l’harmonica  et du banjo, Ellis avait adopté la guitare à l’âge de huit ou neuf ans. Son frère aîné jouait également de la guitare.

Après s’être inscrit à une majeure en musique au North Texas State College en 1939, Ellis avait commencé à être influencé par le prodige de la guitare électrique Charlie Christian. Ellis avait également été influencé par Django Reinhardt. Parmi les camarades de classe d’Ellis à North Texas State College à l’époque, on retrouvait le saxophoniste et arrangeur Jimmy Giuffre (avec qui il avait partagé une chambre), le compositeur et trompettiste Gene Roland et le contrebassiste Harry Babasin. Ellis avait étudié la contrebasse à l’université, car il n’existait pas encore de programme de guitare à l’époque. Faute d’argent, Ellis avait dû abandonner ses études au collège en 1941.

DÉBUTS DE CARRIÈRE

Après avoir quitté le collège en 1941, Ellis était parti en tournée durant six mois avec un groupe de l’Université du Kansas. Ellis s’était par la suite installé à Kansas City, au Missouri, afin de perfectionner son style. Rejeté par l’armée en raison d’un souffle au coeur, Ellis s’était joint au big band de Charlie Fisk. Il s’était aussi produit dans différents clubs, collaborant notamment avec Charlie Parker (celui-ci n’avait pas encore découvert le bebop à l’époque).

En 1943, Ellis s’était joint au groupe Glen Gray and the Casa Lorna Orchestra. C’est dans le cadre de sa collaboration avec le groupe qu’Ellis avait rencontré le pianiste Lou Carter avec qui il s’était joint en 1944 à l’orchestre de Jimmy Dorsey. Le contrebassiste et violoniste Johnny Frigo avait rejoint Ellis et Carter un peu plus tard. C’est avec le groupe de Dorsey qu’Ellis avait enregistré ses premiers solos.

Ellis était demeuré avec l’orchestre de Dorsey jusqu’en 1947. Dans le cadre de sa collaboration avec le groupe, Ellis avait fait de nombreux enregistrements et tournées et s’était produit dans les salles de danse et les cinémas.

C’est alors que s’était produit un tournant capital qui avait changé la carrière d’Ellis à jamais. À l’époque, le groupe de Dorsey avait un trou de six semaines dans son calendrier. John Frigo, qui avait déjà quitté le groupe à ce moment-là, connaissait le propriétaire du Peter Stuyvesant Hotel à Buffalo. Ellis, Frigo et Carter avaient alors formé un trio appelé les Soft Winds. Largement inspiré du trio de Nat King Cole, le groupe avait joué à l’Hôtel durant six mois. Le son du groupe était souvent comparé à un groupe très populaire à l’époque, le  Page Cavanaugh Trio. Même si es Soft Winds avaient poursuivi leurs activités jusqu’en 1953, ils n’avaient jamais remporté le succès auxquels ils auraient pu s’attendre. "We played six nights a week and practiced five days a week", avait commenté Carter. Commentant le travail du groupe, Ellis avait expliqué au cours d’une entrevue qu’il avait accordée en 1993: “We didn’t hear things in terms of having a drummer, but it worked well.”

Un des spectateurs assidus des concerts du trio était le pianiste Oscar Peterson. Ce dernier se produisait habituellement à l’hôtel les dimanches soirs. Lorsque Frigo avait quitté le groupe, Peterson avait approché Ellis, car il se cherchait un guitariste pour remplacer Barney Kessel. Décrivant la réaction de Peterson lorsqu’il l’avait entendu jouer avec le trio, Ellis avait précisé: “He liked it. So he and I went out later that night and jammed at some place in Buffalo. I didn’t see him again until 1953 when [guitarist] Barney Kessel left his group. That’s when he called me for the job.”

Ellis avait fait partie du trio de Peterson de 1953 à 1958. Avec le contrebassiste Ray Brown, le trio était devenu le groupe le plus enregistré de l’époque. Comme Scott Yanow l’écrivait dans le All-Music Guide to Jazz, le groupe était éventuellement devenu un des plus grands trios avec piano de tous les temps. Yanow avait ajouté: ‘’It was never so much a matter of Peterson having two other musicians accompany him as it was that they could meet the pianist as near- equals and consistently inspire him. And unlike most trios, O.P.'s had many arranged sections that constantly needed rehearsals and were often quite dazzling." Ironiquement, comme seul musicien blanc du groupe, Ellis avait été placé dans une position plutôt délicate à une époque où le racisme était encore dominant.

Grâce à leur grande complicité, les trois membres du trio s’inspiraient constamment l’un l’autre, contribuant ainsi à garder leur musique toujours aussi fraîche et entraînante. Ellis avait déclaré au sujet de cette période:

"It was probably the highlight of my career to play with those guys--they're the best on their respective instruments. We had a lot of really difficult arrangements. Oscar wrote really hard for us. We'd have to memorize everything. Oscar's a mental giant, you know, and he never forgot anything. He'd give me stuff to play and I'd say, 'I can't play this, Oscar.' He'd say, 'Yes, you can; I know how much you can play.' I'd go practice and, sure enough, he'd be right every time."

En plus de leurs enregistrements en studio et en concert, le trio de Peterson avait également servi de section rythmique maison pour les disques Verve de Norman Granz, notamment dans le cadre de collaborations avec des saxophonistes comme Ben Webster et Stan Getz, et des trompettistes comme Dizzy Gillespie, Roy Eldridge, et Harry ‘’Sweets’’ Edison. Même si Ellis était membre à part entière de la section rythmique dans le cadre de ces enregistrements, il ne jouait pas en solo sur toutes les pièces. Avec le batteur, Buddy Rich, Ellis avait aussi participé à un album en duo mettant en vedette Ella Fitzgerald et Louis Armstrong.

Le trio avait également servi de noyau aux tournées de Jazz at the Philarmonic qui se produisaient régulièrement aux États-Unis et en Europe. Lassé de faire des tournées, Ellis avait quitté le trio de Peterson en novembre 1958. Peterson étant convaincu qu’il ne trouverait aucun guitariste capable d’arriver à la cheville d’Ellis, il l’avait remplacé par un batteur, Ed Thigpen. Lorsque le trio de Peterson s’était réuni plusieurs années plus tard, l’atmosphère était devenue beaucoup plus détendue. Comme l’avait souligné le fils d’Ellis, Mitch, “That time was very special to all of them. He and Ray roomed together; they were really best friends. When they got back together in the ‘80s it was a lot more fun, a lot more relaxed.”

Après avoir quitté le trio de Peterson, Ellis était parti en tournée avec la chanteuse Ella Fitzgerald de 1957 à 1960. Il avait aussi brièvement accompagné la chanteuse Julie London. Également actrice, London avait remporté un grand succès avec la chanson "Cry Me A River."

Ellis, qui en avait assez de la vie de musicien de tournée, avait par la suite amorcé une longue carrière comme musicien de studio pour la télévision et le cinéma. Parmi les émissions de télévision auxquelles Ellis avaient participé, on remarquait les talk shows de Steve Allen, de Regis Philbin, de Danny Kaye, de Red Skelton, de Joey Bishop, de Della Reese et de Merv Griffin. Dans un article publié dans le magazine Down Beat, le critique Leonard Feather avait commenté: "Philbin had the most jazz-oriented house group..., Terry Gibbs'. In fact it was composed entirely of jazz musicians, [including] guitarist Ellis, the only holdover from the Allen show and still one of the great swingers of any decade." Dans le cadre de l’émission d’Allen, Ellis était membre du Donn Trenner Orchestra aux côtés de virtuoses comme le joueur de trombone Frank Rosolino.

Ellis a aussi joué sur plusieurs musiques de films au cours de la même décennie. À la fin des années 1960, Ellis avait éventuellement abandonné le travail de musicien de studio pour mieux se concentrer sur sa carrière musicale.

Dans les années 1970, Ellis avait fait équipe avec des guitaristes de jazz dominants, d’abord en duo avec Joe Pass et Barney Kessel, puis en trio. Le trio d’Ellis avec Barney Kessel et Charlie Byrd avait éventuellement donné naissance au groupe Great Guitars, dont avait également fait partie plus tard le guitariste Tal Farlow. Continuant d’enregistrer et de se produire en concert régulièrement, Ellis avait d’abord enregistré le premier d’une série de trois albums pour les disques Concord. Par la suite, Ellis avait fait équipe avec les guitaristes Freddie Green, un des piliers de l’orchestre de Count Basie, et Laurindo Almeida, un ancien membre de l’orchestre de Stan Kenton. Au cours de cette période, Ellis avait également enregistré avec le contrebassiste Ray Brown, les saxophonistes Jimmy Giuffre et Coleman Hawkins et le violoniste Stuff Smith. Ellis avait aussi rendu hommage à son idole Charlie Christian sur un album intitulé "Hello, Charlie Christian." Ellis avait également enregistré des manuels d’instruction sur vidéo.

Ellis avait également continué de se produire dans les festivals. Dans les années 1970, Ellis avait été en vedette dans un épisode de la série ‘’Sanford and Son’’ dans lequel il avait accompagné le chanteur Fred Sanford. Ellis avait également donné des cours de guitare au dessinateur Gary Larson. En échange, Larson avait réalisé l’illustration de la pochette de l’album ‘’Doggin’ Around’’ qu’Ellis avait enregistré avec le conrebassite Red Mitchell en 1988.

Ellis jouait avec des guitares Gibson depuis trente-sept ans lorsque la compagnie Gibson avait lancé une guitare à son nom, la Gibson Herb Ellis Model, aussi connue sous le nom d’ES165.

En 1982, Ellis avait formé le groupe Triple Threat avec Monty Alexander et Ray Brown.

DERNIÈRES ANNÉES

Ellis, qui adorait se produire en public, réunissait souvent certains de ses amis dans le cadre de certains événements spéciaux. Lors d’une croisière de jazz tenue en novembre 1995, Ellis avait réuni son ancien groupe Soft Winds. Cette fois, John Frigo avait joué exclusivement du violon. Keter Betts était à la contrebasse et Lou Carter au piano. Commentant l’événement, le pianiste Lou Carter avait déclaré: "None of us had played together for forty years, We got up on the bandstand of the Norway without any rehearsal and swung our butts off!" À la fin des années 1940, le groupe avait remporté un certain succès avec deux pièces qu’il avait reprises lors de la croisière: I Told Ya I Love Ya, Now Get Out!" et "Detour Ahead." Cette dernière pièce, qui était devenue un standard du jazz, avait été reprise par de grands noms du jazz comme Billie Holiday, Bill Evans et Jane Monheit.

En 1998, le JVC jazz festival de New York avait commémoré la carrière d’Ellis dans le cadre de la présentation d’une série de concerts-hommage.

Ellis a été intronisé au sein du Arkansas Jazz Hall of Fame en 1994. Le 15 novembre 1997, l’University of North Texas College of Music avait décerné à Ellis un doctorat honorifique en musique. Ellis a aussi remporté un prix Grammy pour sa participation à l’album "The Legendary Oscar Peterson Trio Live at the Blue Note" en 1990. Admirateur de longue date de la guitariste de jazz Emily Remler, Ellis avait d’ailleurs participé à un album à sa mémoire.

Ellis avait enregistré plusieurs albums comme leader au cours de sa carrière, dont ‘’Nothing But the Blues’’, qui avait été enregistré en 1957 avec Roy Eldridge et Stan Getz, et qui est considéré comme un des meilleurs de sa carrière. Même si plusieurs des premiers albums d’Ellis sont aujourd’hui épuisés, ses disques ‘’Ellis in Wonderland’’ (1956), ‘’Ellis Meets Jimmy Giuffre’’ (1959) et ‘’Thank You, Charlie Christian’’ (1960) sont considérés comme des modèles d’enregistrements pour de petites formations avec guitare.

Au cours de sa carrière, Ellis avait collaboré avec de grands noms du jazz comme Joe Pass (son successeur avec le trio d’Oscar Peterson), les saxophonistes Art Pepper, Ben Webster, Coleman Hawkins, Jimmy Giuffre et Stan Getz, le guitariste brésilien Laurindo Almeida, les trompettistes Roy Eldridge, Dizzy Gillespie, Louis Armstrong et Harry ‘’Sweets’’ Edison, le violoniste Stuff Smith, la chanteuse Ella Fitzgerald, les pianistes Monty Alexander et George Duke et le batteur Buddy Rich.

Lors d’un test à l’aveugle réalisé en 1992 pour le magazine Down Beat, le guitariste Les Paul avait commenté un album d’Ellis avec Joe Pass en ces termes: "You get Joe Pass all by himself and he can pretty well stun ya....And the same thing with Herb Ellis. If you're not swinging, he's gonna make you swing. Of that whole bunch of guys who play hollow-body guitar on the front pickup, I think Herb Ellis has got the most drive." Ellis avait particulièrement apprécié de collaborer avec Pass. Comme l’avait expliqué le fils d’Ellis, Mitch: “It meant a great deal to him . . . they formed this real connection.”

Ellis était particulièrement reconnu pour l’emploi d’une technique qu’il avait probablement apprise du guitariste Ray Crawford, et qui lui permettait de frapper ses cordes un peu à la manière d’un instrument de percussion.

Herb Ellis est décédé le 28 mars 2010 à sa résidence de Los Angeles des suites de la maladie d’Alzheimer. Il était âgé de quatre-vingt-huit ans. Ont survécu à Ellis son épouse Patti Gahagan (qu’il avait épousée en 1957), son fils Mitch, sa fille Kari et trois petits-enfants.

Faisant le bilan de l’évolution du jazz, Ellis avait commenté en 1996: “There have been changes in jazz and new styles come along. I play straight ahead, what you might call mainstream, jazz. That’s what I played when I started and that’s what I still play. I wish everyone else good luck and God bless, but I’ve found mine and I’m going to stick with it.”

Dans son ouvrage intitulé The Jazz Guitarists, Stan Britt avait salué ainsi la contribution d’Ellis au monde du jazz: "Throughout all his musical ventures-- on-record or otherwise--Ellis evidences the kind of strong consistency and lasting commitment that has made him something of a legend amongst guitarists."

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SOURCES:

COLE, Tom. ‘’Great Guitarist Herb Ellis Dies.’’ NPR, 30 mars 2010.

FORDHAM, John. ‘’Herb Ellis obituary.’’ The Guardian, 2 février 2010.

‘’Herb Ellis.’’ Wikipedia, 2023.

‘’Herb Ellis.’’ All About Jazz, 2023.

‘’Herb Ellis Biography.’’ Net Industries, 2023.

THURSBY, Keith. ‘’Herb Ellis dies at 88; jazz guitarist.’’ Los Angeles Times, 31 mars 2010.

#jazz

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Dine-Out Meals of February 2024, Ranked

I ranked the following based on taste alone. I made no consideration for ambiance or the general dining experience or whatever. I included meals I got to go. I included food trucks, catered meals, and fast food.

Of note, I went back to Chang Thai for the first time since the pandemic hit and it was still solid.

Should you be interested in the pictures or reading the few words I had to say about each meal, click on the home page and scroll down or see the archives.

Shishito Peppers & Sea Salt, Crispy Octopus Fideua, Steak Tartare, Chilled Crab-Stuffed Peppers, Black Cod & Clams, Basque Cheesecake (shared all). Lady Slipper. Bentonville, Arkansas 2.17.2024.

Pad See You w/Shrimp. Chang Thai & Asian Restaurant. Sherwood, Arkansas. 2.13.2024.

Szechuan Eggplant, Beef w/Broccoli, Egg Roll, Egg Drop Soup (shared all) (to-go). Chi’s Asian Cafe. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.2.2024.

Almond Sweet Roll, Fruit w/Granola, Hive Benedict, Smoked Salmon Bagel (shared all). The Hive (21c Hotel). Bentonville, Arkansas. 2.18.2024.

Squash Blossom Pizza, Caesar Salad. Raduno. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.8.2024.

Tom Kah Soup. Bahn Shop (DFW). Dallas, Texas. 2.22.2024.

Local Board (shared), Smoked Chopped Chicken Salad. Whiskey Cake. Round Rock, Texas. 2.20.2024.

Miso Ramen w/Pork. Aji Ramen Bar. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.9.2024.

Chicken Pesto Panini on Jalapeno Cheddar Bagel w/Chips. The Great American Bagel. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.20.2024.

Crispy “Kung Pao” Rock Shrimp (shared), Half Wedge, Everything-crusted #1 Tuna. Local 463. Ridgeland, Mississippi. 2.7.2024.

Roasted Beets, Grilled Cheeses (Duck Pastrami, Roasted Mushroom, Spicy Beef) (Shared All.) Bread Cheese Wine. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.2.2024.

Tacos (Buffalo Chicken, Spicy Tikka chicken, Cuban Pig). Velvet Taco. College Station, Texas. 2.22.2024.

Flash Fried Oyster Shooters (shared), Blue Corn Crust Crispy Salmon. Blue Corn Harvest. Georgetown, Texas. 2.21.2024.

Spicy Bahn Mi, ½ & ½ Fries (shared fries). The Root Cafe. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.10.2024.

Chirashi w/Miso, Salad. Wasabi. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.19.2024.

Dumplings in Chili Oil Sauce (Pork). Three Fold Noodles + Dumpling Co. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.6.2024.

Chicken Salad w/Cranberry Sauce, Banana Nut Bread. Trio’s. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.7.2024.

Congee. Hail Fellow Well Met. Springdale, Arkansas. 2.17.2024.

Cheesy Figgy Sandwich w/Chips, Garden Fresh Crepe. Garden Square Café. Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.15.2024.

Newk’s Favorite Salad. Newk’s. Ridgeland, Mississippi. 2.8.2024.

Gyro Plate. Plaka Greek Café. Georgetown, Texas. 2.21.2024.

Eggs Your Way. The Bistro (Courtyard Marriott). Georgetown, Texas. 2.21.2024.

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Elvis On Tour, 1970-77 (Part 7 of 33):

1975

1-3) Elvis leaves Huntsville Alabama on June 2, 1975 wearing a beige leisure suit and is seen in his Silver Phoenix jumpsuit leaving a hotel in Mobile for a concert later the same day.

4-6) A day later, on June 3, Elvis arrives in Tuscaloosa where city officials are only too happy to welcome him and gift him another police badge for his collection.  He was ready for his concert there wearing his new Red Phoenix jumpsuit.

7) A couple of days later, Elvis dressed in his new Indian Feather jumpsuit for his evening concert in Houston Texas on June 5, 1975.

8) On June 6, 1975 we see Elvis being escorted to his Dallas evening concert.

9-10) Following his Dallas appearance, Elvis was photographed at the airport leaving the city.

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Percy Pringle (Paul Bearer) shares a story of how just days before Christmas in 1990, his car was repossessed, and he was on the verge of bankruptcy until a call to Rick Rude changed his fate: "It was four days before Christmas, in Dallas, Texas. World Class Championship Wrestling had closed down a couple of years before, and The USWA was ready to move back to Tennessee to make room for the new Global Wrestling Federation at The Sportatorium. I found myself without a job, and on the verge of bankruptcy. My car had been repossessed, and we didn’t have the money for a Christmas tree, much less presents to put under one. It became painfully hard to look into the eyes of my ten-year old and three-year old sons. I knew in my heart that my wrestling career was over, and it was time to make a drastic change. I called my friend “Ravishing” Rick Rude, who was working for The WWF at the time. I told Rick exactly what was going on in my life, and that I planned on moving back home to Alabama and go back to work in the funeral industry. He was very sympathetic, and asked me not to make any quick decisions. In fact, Rick told me that he would call me back before the end of the day. When we talked again a couple of hours later, he said “Vince wants you to call him at home.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Now, let me know what he has to say.” Rick concluded. I immediately fell back onto the sofa, dropping Vince McMahon’s telephone number to the floor. After about twenty minutes, I finally realized that it wasn’t a dream, and gathered the strength to dial Mr. McMahon’s private home number.“Where have you been all these years?” I remember Vince asking me, and after some small talk he told me that he would certainly like to meet with me after the holidays. The conversation still didn’t solve my Christmas problems, but I did have a sleepless night thinking that I may finally make it to “The Fed”. Early the next morning, my phone rang, and it was Mr. McMahon’s right hand man, Pat Patterson. Pat wanted to know if I could catch an early afternoon flight to New York, because Vince wanted to see me sooner than expected. Of course, my answer was positive, and he provided the flight information I needed. Things were happening so quickly, I could hardly digest them. Darkness was falling over the New York skyline as my American Airlines jet made it’s way into John F. Kennedy Airport. As I walked down the jet way, I spotted a well-dressed gentleman holding a card with my name written across it. I identified myself; he took my bag and told me to follow him to my limousine. “Limousine! Hell, I don’t even own a car.” I thought to myself. I actually felt like I was one of the Beverly Hillbillies as the limo driver took me through New York City and into Connecticut. Finally, we arrived at a majestic five-star hotel in Stamford, where I was whisked away to my penthouse suite. I wasn’t in the room five-minutes before my phone rang, and it was Pat Patterson. “Percy, Vince want to see you at 10 o’clock in the morning.” Pat told me, “I’ll pick you up at 9:45. In the meantime, you can eat, drink, and do anything you want to do. Just sign your name, it’s all courtesy of Titan Sports." To say that I was nervous is an understatement. I was scared to death, as I entered Vince McMahon’s office the next morning. Which, by the way, was my wedding anniversary, December 22, 1990. We talked about everything under the sun. It didn’t take long for Vince to make me feel right at home. As he looked over my resume, he began to laugh. I didn’t have a clue what was going on. “You have a degree in Mortuary Science?” Mr. McMahon questioned me, “This is just too much.” Little did I know that they were looking for a manger for The Undertaker, and Vince wasn’t aware that I had a background in Funeral Service, as well as being a wrestling manager. It was a match made in heaven, and when I left Titan Towers, I had a WWF contract in hand. We made it through the holidays; the WWF contract was a suitable anniversary gift for Dianna and myself. I went on the road in January 1991, as The WWF character known as Paul Bearer, managing The Undertaker."

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DTX Adolph... TOMMY TUNE

TOMMY TUNE

Ask ... and he'll tell

By DANIEL KUSNER | Nov. 7, 1997

In 1995, Tommy Tune, the lovable God of Broadway, broke his foot on a tryout tour of a new musical called Busker Alley.

During his convalescence he managed to write a tell-all personal memoir, Footnotes* (Simon & Schuster), and cut a lushly produced romantic album Slow Dancin' (RCA Victor).

In his candid, humorous and heart-felt book, Tune reveals elements of his life that may surprise some, mostly about his sexuality and the history of his Wichita Falls-based family (one of his grandfathers, after having a bad day on the farm, killed all his hired hands, shot Grandma, and then himself).

Although his sexual identity may be ambiguous, he's been labeled "gay" by publications such as The Advocate.

This label doesn't completely suit the entertainer.

Tune writes of a mysterious, very famous female he calls "Jane" who he claims was the great love of his life.

During his publicity tour for both of these projects, the 6'-6" toast of Broadway made a stop to his Texas homeland.

At the Aldolphus Hotel here in Dallas, Tommy Tune stretched his tall alien-esque physique along a deep, comfortable couch to be interrogated by yet another interviewer.

His voice is soothing, soft and gentle — not unlike the way John Ritter sounded in Sling Blade.

He looks you right in the eye when he speaks, and you can't help but fall into his gaze and be entertained, by the innocent, adolescent glee he possessed when he was just a chorus boy arriving in New York City to audition for his first show — Irma LaDouce.

Now 58 years old, the remarkable, award-winning dancer, actor, director, choregrapher, author, singer is still a gentleman first and foremost.

DK: So we're from the gay press.

Tommy Tune: Oh wow. Are you hostile or friendly?

DK: Oh, we're vivacious and clever and funny.

TT: I was interviewed for The Advocate, and the writer wrote an article that was very friendly, but he turned it in and The Advocate rejected it. So he had to go back and write it again and make it into something else. The Advocate wanted to write their own story. Many times people want to write their own stories before they've interviewed you. Texas Monthly did an article on me and the writer had already written it before he'd interviewed me. But that's | their story and not my story. But he went right ahead and wrote it anyway, f (Laughs)

DK: I read The Advocate article, and it said you're officially coming out.

TT: What makes for an official coming out? I don't get it because I don't consider that I've ever been anything but myself. No one has ever asked, but that was then. When I was moving in to my success and celebrity, nothing was ever said because we were living in this severe double standard where it was "don't ask, don't tell" — we won't ask and you don't tell. Something like that.

DK: Would you consider yourself gay?

TT: Well, that's part of the story, but not all of it.

DK: How would you describe your sexuality?

TT: Pan-sexual.

DK: Because in Footnotes, you said the only real love relationship you had was with the mysterious "Jane."

TT: Well, that was my great love. There are other women that I didn't talk about. I didn't talk about everything in the book. I sort of did some literary channel-surfing through what I was experiencing as I was working to heal my foot and that's what came out. It's not the full story, I would say it's excerpts from the score.

DK: About "Jane", did you want to name her, but legally couldn't or…

TT: I chose not to. She's happily married now and I'm a gentleman.

DK: Because I'm dying to know who it is.

TT: The name really isn't important. The heart part is what I experienced and was able to experience. Of course, at the time, I do remember asking her, like I said in the book, is this relationship gonna be forever? And it turned out that it wasn't and it ended. I didn't know how good it was until I started taking stock at this point in my life. Then I realized that was the most successful, intimate relationship I've ever had.

DK: When I got to the part about "Jane," and I realized: Tommy Tune isn't gay. I don't hold a lot of faith in sexual labels, and I don't know if labels are even ideal.

TT: I don't go for labels — sexual or otherwise. I've just added two new labels to my life. I was a song and dance man, a director, a choreographer, an actor. And now I get to add two more: author. And now I have a CD. I keep adding labels. So I think you can be anything.

DK: At your first Tony awards ceremony, you took your boyfriend (Michel Stuart) with you, and you were seated apart from each other. The television cameras avoided you as a couple, but then you won Best Featured Actor in a Musical. If you were gonna re-do that moment — knowing that you were being treated that way — would you have demanded better seats? Would you have played that situation with a little more purpose?

TT: Again these are all stairway thoughts — where what you should have said or done occurs to you after you've left the room and it hits you as you're walking down the stairs. The Tony awards was all stuff I put together as I was writing Footnotes. Michel Stuart and I never discussed it, but as I was writing Footnotes* it came to me and I thought it was important. I was surprised by what I wrote in this book, because I've never taken an intermission in my career. I've always been lucky enough to be working on one show and have two more on the back burners. This accident occurred and it gave me a chance to take stock, and I was obviously harboring this resent- ment, but it had never come to the front until I took the pen in my hand and started to write.

DK: Is The Rosie O'Donnell Show a stop on this publicity tour?

TT: No it's not, and I don't know why.

DK: Well, I'm wondering. Until now you've been very much family- fare entertainment, but now you've become the candid Tommy Tune and been labeled as being publicly out. Has the scope of publicity for Footnotes* changed because you've violated the don't ask, don't tell rule?

TT: I don't know. Footnotes* just came out this past week, so I don't know what the far-reaching effect and reverberations will be.

DK: Well, you're a Broadway god. I would think that Rosie would be dying to have you on her show.

TT: This is interesting, I saw Rosie at the opening of Titanic. She said, 'How's your foot?' And I said, 'It's well.' And I said, 'Congratulations on the show. You're such a huge success!' And we were loving Titanic. Then she asked, what I had been doing. I said, 'Rosie, I wrote a book while I was getting my foot back.' She said, 'You'll come on the show, we'll sell it.' So I said, 'Great! Wonderful! Thank you!' An authors dream. So the publicity woman called The Rosie O'Donnell Show, and for about a month they hedged. And then finally it faded out.

DK: Well, Rosie is someone who's sort of sexually correct. And I get the feeling that there's that don't ask/don't tell policy surrounding her. How would you feel if someone told you there was a don't ask/don't tell policy about the publicity of this book?

TT: Well, I answer whatever questions they ask me. And every interview that I've done for this book, including The Today Show with Katie Couric, has talked about sexuality. Which means that even though I think it's a small part of the book, it's not a small part of our lives in America today. It's a big deal. But it's not a big deal to me. I go to sleep at night very peacefully. It's not a big deal to me, but it is to everyone else.

DK: If you were asked not to talk about it, would it be a big deal to you?

TT: I think that whatever is appropriate for whatever forum is the right way to go. And there are big secrets that I wrote about in Footnotes* that were very comfortable writing about. But they're not things that I would be comfortable discussing on a television show. This book is a personal memoir. But now the readers have it. Some of it is unspeakable, but it is writeable.

DK: You've even built a safety net for readers for when you discuss the more sordid parts in Footnotes*. You tell them to skip to the next part if they're going to get offended.

TT: My publishers suggested that I take it out. But I thought it was all right. If you truly don't want to know about that aspect, then move on. I doubt that there's anybody that would read that little warning and not read the dirty parts.

DK: How do you dance with another man?

TT: I guess it's like having sex with another man — you sort of get into it. Who's going to lead and who's going to follow. And then you switch off, I guess. I've always been the leader because I'm so big. But I'm learning to follow. Dancing is like making love anyway — it's a very intimate act. You just have to be sensitive to the other person.

DK: You're 58 years old. And I'm 28. You moved to New York City when you were young and virile. Tell me about being homosexual in the pre-AIDS sexual heyday. Am I missing much?

TT: Well, sure. And I'm sorry. I hope that just because we were so free and wild that we didn't spoil it for everyone else. I think that it must be hard because everyone wants to live life to the fullest.

DK: Well, I don't really know the difference. All I know is that this other history existed, and I don't really know what I'm missing. But you and Andy Warhol did cum facials together?

TT: [Laughing.] Oh, lord. There was an interview on New York television. And the guy interviewing me was just an in-the-closet-Ivy-Leaguer or a homophobe. And most homophobes, you look past it, and you say — they have a problem with this. Me thinks they doth protest too much. But this interviewer was saying, 'Well, if this memoir ruins your career, you can always write pornography.' And I said, 'Do you think it's pornographic?' And he said, 'Just the part about you and Andy Warhol.'

DK: Are you gonna do a performing tour for your album Slow Dancin'?

TT: None of that music is performable. It's much too mellow. That's what was so interesting about doing Slow Dancin'. I've never sung that quietly before. I usually belt them out to hit the back row of the balcony. This is what was so interesting about making an album, because I wanted it to sound like I was singing in your ear.

DK: I didn't think I was going to like your album. But then I put it on and it had a really cool, trippy, dreamy quality. There are no big crescendos or surprising climaxes, the whole album has a smooth take-off and nice landing. I enjoyed it. What were you thinking about in the production of Slow Dancin'?

TT: We wanted to make an album you could trust. I love to entertain company. My father taught me how to cook. And I'm a really good cook. I like to light the candles make the food, ice the champagne. And inevitably the doorbell will ring, and I've forgotten the music. So I jump into the closet put on a disc. And the first two songs are ballady. And that will start to set the evening and getting it right. But then the third song is usually a loud song and you have to get up and change the CD. So Ifelt there would be a place in the world for an album that was consistent and we painted with a narrow pallet. Wally Harper (the producer) kept saying 'Tommy, I want to give them the feeling without the noise.' He insisted that Slow — I guess dancing — is like having sex with another man. You sort of get into it. Who’s going to lead. And who’s going to follow. And then you switch off I guess. I’ve always been the leader because I’m so big. But I’m learning to follow. Dancin' is for the bedroom But I said it's for dining. It was the difference between us.

DV: In the book you give your opinion of a lot of other singers dancers and entertainers. One person I'd like to know your opinion of is Michael Jackson — both as a performer and your opinion of his public personality.

TT: I admire him as an artist. I think he's tops! I'd love to work with him. I'd love to make a show with Michael Jackson. All the rest of it is stuff I've read in the newspapers.... And I know what's written about me in newspapers. And that's not the whole story. And it's not necessarily his either.

DK: You've dealt with a lot of hard times: career disappointments rejection deaths of close friends and lovers. And I know suicide is a big part of your family heritage. You say you think about it everyday. Do you think there's a point where you've been accepting of death and ready to die?

TT: Oh, yeah I think I'm there already. I think it's okay. If the plane goes down this evening on the way to San Francisco — that's okay. It is. But you won't know this until later because, I know how I felt at your age.

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The Rise of Tech-Driven Therapies: Reshaping the Global Bedless Hospitals Market

The global bedless hospitals market is anticipated to grow from its estimated US$ 947.66 million in 2023 to US$ 1,829.51 million in 2033. A compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 6.8% is anticipated for the market from 2023 to 2033.

The changing nature of healthcare and customer demand for convenience have led to the evolution of atypical treatment forms like stand-alone emergency rooms and micro-hospitals; now, bedless hospitals are following suit.

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While these hospitals still have operating rooms, helipads, emergency rooms, and infusion suites, they do not provide overnight accommodations. A region’s healthcare system is represented by the number of hospitals in that region. These days, patients visit hospitals in comparatively short amounts of time, and the need for bedless hospitals grows as the population grows. The increased occurrence of various illnesses has led to the development of more advanced, productive, and affordable medicines and treatments. Changing the number of inpatients to make it more economical.

Evolving Healthcare Landscape: Bedless Hospitals Emerge as a Promising Option

The global healthcare landscape is undergoing a significant transformation, driven by a growing emphasis on convenience and cost-effectiveness for patients. This trend has led to the emergence of new healthcare delivery models, including stand-alone emergency rooms, micro-hospitals, and now, bedless hospitals.

Designed for Efficiency: Amenities Without Overnight Stays

Bedless hospitals offer many of the same services as traditional hospitals, including infusion suites, emergency rooms, helipads, and operating rooms, but without overnight patient stays. This streamlined approach allows for efficient treatment of patients who require same-day care or short procedures.

Key Takeaways:

The global bedless hospitals market is expected to reach a value of US$1,829.51 million by 2033, reflecting a significant rise from US$947.66 million in 2023.

This growth is projected at a steady compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 6.8% throughout the forecast period.

The rising demand for convenient and cost-effective healthcare solutions is a key driver for market expansion.

Market Competition

The key players in this market include Healthway Medical Group, AmSurg Corp., Medical Facilities Corporation, HCA Holdings Inc., Tenet Healthcare, Surgical Care Affiliates Inc., Surgery Partners, Community Health Systems, Inc., and Vision Group Holdings.

In January 2022, DPR Construction led a project team that effectively installed expansive hyperbaric oxygen therapy equipment in a distinctive bedless hospital. This groundbreaking medical facility is flawlessly integrated with a high-end hotel located in central Florida.

Medical Facilities Corporation stated in 2020 that it has reached a definitive agreement to sell its investment in Two Rivers Surgical Center to two of the managing physicians for an undisclosed sum. In early 2018, Medical Facilities bought a stake in this ambulatory surgery center (ASC) in a joint venture with NueHealth, LLC. The selling of their stake in Two Rivers Surgical Center allows them to concentrate their efforts and resources on their present strategic projects.

HCA Healthcare, Inc., one of the major healthcare providers in the United States, announced plans in 2022 to develop five new full-service hospitals in Texas to assist fulfill the state’s growing need for healthcare services. The new hospitals will be located in the following areas throughout the state: one in the Dallas Fort Worth area, one in the Houston area, one in the San Antonio area, in collaboration with Methodist Healthcare Ministries, and two in the Austin area, in collaboration with St. David’s Foundation and Georgetown Health Foundation.

Key Companies Profiled:

Healthway Medical Group

AmSurg Corp.

Medical Facilities Corporation

HCA Holdings Inc.

Tenet Healthcare

Surgical Care Affiliates Inc.

Surgery Partners

Community Health Systems Inc.

Vision Group Holdings

Key Segments Profiled in the Global Bedless Hospitals Market:

Bedless Hospitals Market by Center Type:

Single Specialty Center Bedless Hospitals

Multi-specialty Center Bedless Hospitals

Bedless Hospitals Market by Services:

Bedless Hospitals for Diagnostic Services

Bedless Hospitals for Surgical Services

Bedless Hospitals Market by Specialty Area:

Bedless hospitals for gastroenterology

Bedless hospitals for ophthalmology

Bedless hospitals for orthopedics

Bedless hospitals for pain/neurology

Bedless hospitals for urology

Bedless hospitals for dermatology

Bedless hospitals for other specialty areas

Bedless Hospitals Market by Region:

North America Bedless Hospitals Market

Latin America Bedless Hospitals Market

Europe Bedless Hospitals Market

East Asia Bedless Hospitals Market

South Asia & Oceania Bedless Hospitals Market

Middle East & Africa Bedless Hospitals Market

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Introduction

Texas, famously known for its vast landscapes and bustling cities, is home to several major airports catering to millions of travelers each year. Navigating airport transportation across the Lone Star State can be a daunting task, especially for those unfamiliar with the area. However, with the right knowledge and planning, travelers can enjoy Texas-sized convenience when it comes to airport transportation. In this guide, we'll explore the various transportation options available and how to navigate them seamlessly.

The Diversity of Texas Airports

From the sprawling Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport to the bustling George Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston, Texas boasts a diverse array of airports serving both domestic and international flights. Whether you're flying into the heart of Houston, the vibrant city of Austin, or the cultural hub of San Antonio, each airport offers its own unique transportation challenges and solutions.

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Upon arrival at a Texas airport, travelers have a multitude of ground transportation options to choose from, catering to various preferences and budgets. From traditional taxis and ride-sharing services to airport shuttles and public transit, there's a mode of transportation to suit every traveler's needs.

Convenience of Airport Shuttles

Airport shuttles provide a convenient and cost-effective transportation option for travelers looking to reach their destinations without the hassle of navigating public transit or arranging for private transportation. These shuttle services often operate on regular schedules, offering door-to-door transfers to hotels, business centers, and other popular destinations across the Lone Star State.

Accessibility of Public Transit

Many Texas airports are well-connected to the local public transit network, providing travelers with an affordable and environmentally-friendly transportation option. From light rail systems to bus routes, public transit offers convenient access to downtown areas and surrounding neighborhoods, allowing travelers to explore the city without the need for a rental car.

Advantages of Ride-Sharing Services

Ride-sharing services have become increasingly popular among travelers due to their convenience and flexibility. With the tap of a button, passengers can request a ride from their smartphone and be on their way to their destination in minutes. Ride-sharing services are readily available at most Texas airports, offering a convenient alternative to traditional taxis or rental cars.

Considerations for Rental Cars

While rental cars provide travelers with the freedom to explore Texas at their own pace, they come with certain considerations, including parking fees, fuel costs, and navigating unfamiliar roadways. However, for those planning to venture beyond the city limits or explore the vast Texas countryside, a rental car may be the most practical transportation option.

Navigating Texas-Sized Distances

One of the unique challenges of navigating airport transportation in Texas is the vast distances between cities and attractions. Travelers should plan their transportation arrangements in advance, taking into account travel times, traffic conditions, and potential delays. Whether traveling from Dallas to Houston or San Antonio to Austin, careful planning ensures a smooth and stress-free journey across the Lone Star State.

Conclusion

In conclusion, navigating airport transportation across Texas offers travelers a variety of options to suit their preferences and needs. Whether opting for the convenience of airport shuttles, the accessibility of public transit, or the flexibility of ride-sharing services, travelers can enjoy Texas-sized convenience when it comes to getting from the airport to their destination. By planning ahead and exploring the diverse transportation options available, travelers can unlock the full potential of their Texas adventure, from the vibrant cities to the sprawling countryside. So, whether you're visiting for business or pleasure, rest assured that navigating airport transportation in the Lone Star State is a breeze with the right knowledge and preparation.

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Where Love Meets Lone Star Charm: Wedding Venues in Texas

Texas, known for its vast landscapes, Southern hospitality, and Lone Star charm, offers a plethora of stunning wedding venues for couples seeking to tie the knot in the heart of the Lone Star State. From rustic ranches and elegant ballrooms to scenic vineyards and historic landmarks, Texas wedding venues embody the unique spirit and character of the state, providing couples with the perfect backdrop to celebrate their love. Let's embark on a journey to explore the diverse and enchanting world of wedding venues in Texas.

The Allure of Texas Wedding Venues

Texas wedding venues hold a special allure for couples seeking a wedding that reflects their individual style and personality. Whether it's the rustic charm of a historic barn, the elegance of a grand ballroom, or the romance of a vineyard setting, Texas offers an array of venues to suit every couple's vision for their special day. From the rolling hills of the Hill Country to the vibrant cityscape of Houston and Dallas, Texas wedding venues showcase the state's rich cultural heritage and natural beauty.

Rustic Ranch Venues

For couples dreaming of a wedding that captures the essence of Texas' Western heritage, rustic ranch venues offer the perfect blend of charm and authenticity. These sprawling properties boast picturesque landscapes, rustic barns, and panoramic views of the countryside, creating a romantic and idyllic setting for couples to exchange vows. Whether it's a sunset ceremony beneath a canopy of oak trees or a reception in a charming barn adorned with twinkling lights, ranch venues exude warmth and rustic elegance, making them a popular choice for couples seeking a quintessentially Texan wedding experience.

Elegant Ballrooms and Historic Landmarks

For couples desiring a wedding with timeless elegance and sophistication, Texas is home to a wealth of elegant ballrooms and historic landmarks that provide the perfect setting for a grand celebration. From opulent hotels and historic mansions to stately museums and grand estates, these venues offer couples the opportunity to host a wedding that is both elegant and memorable. With their luxurious amenities, impeccable service, and breathtaking architecture, ballroom and landmark venues provide couples with a backdrop that is as timeless as their love.

Scenic Vineyards and Wineries

For couples with a passion for wine and a love of the outdoors, Texas' scenic vineyards and wineries offer a romantic and picturesque setting for their wedding celebration. Nestled among rolling hills and lush vineyards, these venues provide couples with a serene and intimate backdrop to exchange vows and celebrate with family and friends. Whether it's a vineyard ceremony overlooking the vines or a tented reception beneath the stars, vineyard and winery venues offer couples the opportunity to indulge in the romance of wine country while savoring the beauty of the Texas landscape.

Coastal and Beachfront Venues

For couples dreaming of a beach wedding with a Texas twist, the state's coastal and beachfront venues provide the perfect setting to say "I do" against a backdrop of sun, sand, and surf. From charming beachfront resorts and seaside pavilions to rustic beach clubs and private estates, these venues offer couples the opportunity to celebrate their love amidst the natural beauty of the Gulf Coast. Whether it's a barefoot ceremony on the sand or a sunset reception overlooking the ocean, coastal and beachfront venues offer couples a truly unforgettable wedding experience.

Conclusion

From rustic ranches and elegant ballrooms to scenic vineyards and coastal resorts, Texas wedding venues embody the diverse and vibrant spirit of the Lone Star State, providing couples with an array of options to celebrate their love in style. Whether you're exchanging vows beneath a canopy of oak trees or dancing the night away beneath the stars, Texas wedding venues offer couples the opportunity to create memories that will last a lifetime. So, let the Lone Star charm and Southern hospitality inspire your wedding dreams as you embark on this magical journey of love in the heart of Texas.

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Dine-Out Meals of April 2024, Ranked

I ranked the following based on taste alone. I made no consideration for ambiance or the general dining experience or whatever. I included meals I got to go. I included food trucks, catered meals, and fast food.

Nothing here will make the end-of-year lists.

Should you be interested in the pictures or reading the few words I had to say about each meal, click on the home page and scroll down or see the archives.

Ceasar Salad, Sushi Rolls (shared). Ocean’s at Arthur’s. Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.26.2024.

Bacon Jam App (shared), Wedge, Butcher’s Block (shared). SMOKE. Tulsa, Oklahoma. 4.22.2024.

Loaded Lox, Golden Goat (shared both). The Bagel Shop. Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.21.2024.

Cream Cheese Wontons, Crispy Duck. A Taste of Thai. Fayetteville, Arkansas. 4.24.2024.

Chicken Piccata w/Creamed Corn, Caesar Salad. Charleston’s. Tulsa, Oklahoma. 4.23.2024.

Bacon Cheeseburger w/Fries, Vanilla Milkshake (to go). Braum’s. Alma, Arkansas. 4.25.2024.

Power Bowl w/Bison Sausage, Biscuit. Neighborhood Jam. Tulsa, Oklahoma. 4.23.2024.

Taste of Little Rock (Samples from 40ish restaurants). Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.2.2024.

Chicken Wings, Broccoli & Cheese Casserole, Cabbage. Platnum BBQ (River Market). Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.2.2024.

Mark’s Salad w/Crab Cake, Cheese Dip App (shared). Loca Luna. Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.18.2024.

Hamburger Steak w/Corn, Salad, Oreo Cheesecake. The Feed Bin Café. Caney, Oklahoma. 4.24.2024.

Farmer’s Hash, Strawberries & Cream Pancake. Farmer’s Table Café. Fayetteville, Arkansas. 4.25.2024.

Goat Trail Scramble. The Buttered Biscuit. Bentonville, Arkansas. 4.30.2024.

Southwest Cobb Salad. Bray Gourmet Catering. Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.10.2024.

Pork Chop w/Greens, Yams. The Xperience Kitchen & Lounge. Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.12.2024.

Ora King Salmon. The Bar (Loew’s Hotel). Arlington, Texas. 4.3.2024.

Soft Flour Tacos, Barbacoa Consomé. Yeyo’s. Bentonville, Arkansas. 4.30.2024.

Steak Salad, Fruit Tart. Loews (Catering). Arlington, Texas. 4.3.2024.

Alambres w/Steak. El Mezcal. Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.26.2024.

Lunch Catering (Sandwiches, Turkey Salad). Bray Gourmet Catering. Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.19.2024.

Breakfast Buffet. Marriott Southern Hills. Tulsa, Oklahoma. 9.24.2024.

Spicy Chicken Deluxe Combo. Chick-fil-A. Muskogee, Oklahoma. 4.22.2024.

Breakfast Buffet. Fairfield Inn & Suites by Marriott. Fayetteville, Arkansas. 4.25.2024. (No photo.)

Chicken Shawerma w/Fries, Baba Ghanouj. Maryam’s Grill. Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.1.2024.

Breakfast Buffet. Marriott Southern Hills. Tulsa, Oklahoma. 9.23.2024. (No photo.)

Oatmeal, Egg Bites. Starbucks. Dallas, Texas. 4.4.2024. (No photo.)

Red Pepper Sous Vide Egg Bites. Starbucks. Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.30.2024.

Chicken Biscuit. Chick-fil-A (Airport). Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.3.2024.

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