Tuesday, May 03, 2005

correspondence

Greg Morrison wrote:
what's the significance of 1947 in your e-mail address? was that just a number assigned because 1,946 other people tried to use texas@yahoo.com? or was there some important event in Texas history that year?

jason maroney wrote:
actually, that's kinda right. guy clark has a song Texas 1947 and it is about the first time a streamline train ran through Texas (Monihans, Texas to be exact...a gas station near a giant dirt mound named Swelled Pig's Teat and not much else)
most people get pretty confused by the name and that is reason enough to keep it for me

Greg Morrison wrote:
wow. not every day the phrase "swelled pig's teat" shows up in my inbox. or, anywhere else for that matter. I can't say my life feels incomplete for the lack of it, but it's good to have that mystery solved.

jason maroney wrote:
it was pretty funny becasue we were driving to a mission trip in new mexico and we were in the middle of no-where-flat west texas and this giant dirt "thing" loomed in the distance. As we got closer to it i'm thinking in the back of my head "gosh that thing looks like a pig's teat only kinda swolen" we pull into THE gas station (as in the only gas station for 200 miles) and the lady who ran the place (the only resident and sign of life in Monihans as far as i can tell) and asked her what they called the dirt mound. and she looked at me and said "swelled pig's teat" and I swear to you greg morrison...she said it with pride.
true story.

3 comments:

disgruntled world citizen said...

here's a question for you, in regards to the comment you left on my blog, how many times, as a facilitator on the c.c., did the campers "pray to God for help," but were actually praying to you?

j said...

wow. how true. were we in fact teaching the kids to jump through the hoops and recieve their instant rewards. "just pray and you'll get your way" instead relationship praying...

disgruntled world citizen said...

that's not exactly where i was heading. but now that you bring it up-- was it a role the kids played? you know "okay, now we have to pray cuz we're inna jam..." that was the one thing about the whole c.c. experience that got me.