Have I mentioned my beaky family lives in Texas? What's that? I've mentioned it ad nauseum you say? Well, I'm about to mention it again as Texans are very persistent however, we are also very hospitable so I will apologize in advance and offer you some pecan pie.
As proud and somewhat boring Texanites, we must every so often make a pilgrimage to the mecca of all things Texas, the Alamo. No, really. It is sandwiched in the membership agreement right between "must swear allegiance to Bluebell" and sub-paragraph 1, part B, "...you agree to plop children down and take forced photos in every blue bonnet patch you happen upon on the side of the road."
As we do not care to be in violation of our contract and because of the fact that Baby Chick has taken a sudden interest in the Alamo and further because it happens to be spring break this week, Daddy Owl and I thought now might be a good time for a road trip. We figure we have to educate our 8 year old's willing brain while the educatin' is good.
San Antonio's Alamo is one of those places that foreigners seem to hold a kind of mythical esteem for with visions of John Wayne dancing in their heads. A few years back, some of Daddy Owl's family from Buffalo visited. Take a guess where they wanted to go. We dutifully made the trip, oooohed and aaaahed over the glass-cased artifacts, crumbling walls, and rusted cannons and then swiftly made our way to Sea World to lunch with Shamu. It actually ended up being a fun trip with many great memories.
One memory of that trip is of the Menger Hotel The Menger is in close proximity to the Alamo and has somewhat of a haunted reputation, although it really is beautiful and very historic. My guess is there were some from the past who also thought it beautiful and took up permanent residence. I'm just sayin'. I've never been one to give in to all the "haunted" hype, but I have to say, this place is creepy.
Anyway, while sunburned and sitting around our hotel room one evening during our trip with our Yankee visitors, someone (me) said, "Hey, wouldn't it be fun to go check out the Menger?" Maybe I was just delirious from the hot sun frying my brain earlier that day, but the Yanks agreed and off we trekked to go ghost hunting.
It didn't take long. After walking through the magnificent lobby area, several of us decided to sit and wait for some of the others to look around upstairs. I wasn't about to go up there. As they approached the old-fashioned elevator door to push the button, the elevator made it's "ding" noise like you hear in the movies and it slowly opened. Did I mention they had not pushed the call button yet and there was no one else riding the elevator at that particular moment, either upstairs or down? I still think the hotel desk staff was just messing with us. I think. I hope. I didn't wait to find out.
I wonder what memories we will make on this trip? Not sure. I just hope they don't include any ghosts. Maybe I'll just offer them pecan pie. Ghosts like pecan pie, right??