What a difference three years make. Read this story that Schutze wrote in 2008 titled “The Great Trinity Forest Ain’t So Great.” Then read this week’s dispatch from him, a breathless love letter to the Trinity Forest. Hey, everyone is entitled to a change of heart. But I don’t see how you can write the second story without making mention of the first.
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As usual, Tim’s tale tale headlines are misleading.
Dude, give it up. We know yewz guyz are still smarting from your ridiculous, unhelpful support of the Toll Road and Trinity Bond campaign, but this will not help.
We hope your story about these boodoggles in the August issue will be an apology, and not about stubborn Wick paying back his “enemies.”
This is the best you have Tim? Did you even read the article? Or did you glance at the heading and say, “AHA! Gotcha!”? Because, i’m going with the latter. Try rereading it, using a bit of those comprehension skills, I know, you must’ve learned in your school days.
Fair point. The earlier piece, though, was about the Trinity River Forest, which is south of Corinth. I know the bird-watchers have cleaned up a lot of tires down there, but I think it’s still pretty strangly. It’s the kind of place where you go hiking with both your Sierra cup AND your Glock. The piece in this week’s paper is not technically about the Trinity River Forest — at the risk of being Jesuitical — but an area several miles upriver. It’s a forested area on the river but not the Trinity River Forest. By the way, the late Ned Fritz made up that name, Trinity River Forest, as a political ploy to stall the Corps from clearcutting the trees. Even from the grave Ned spites ‘em still.
@JimS: I was educated by the Cistercians and will thank you in advance for not being Jesuitical in the future. Cheers, sir.
To be Baptistical about it, most of the time you can’t really call the Trinity a river. If John the Baptist had walked Jesus to the edge, Jesus would have said, “I’m not gettin’ dunked in some wet-weather crick.Let’s keep moseying until we find a real river. Michael, tote the boat ashore, halleluuuujah!”
For Christ sake. Will you guys just make out already. This bickering is getting annoying.
Cisternical?
I’ll get all non-denominationally on ya’ll
Jim, bird watcher here. I do not think that walking the Buckeye Trail requires a Glock. I did have my swiss army knife with me.
It’s a lovely hike, and I think most are surprised with how pleasant the forest really is. There are towering Burr Oaks and some beautiful old pecans. There are as Jim points out, and I’ve written stands of privit, but Master Naturalist volunteers led by Jim Flood have really cut out a ton of it, especially next to the groves of Buckeyes.
Last hike we did, Jim invited a couple neighborhood teenagers who were hanging around to join us. They were great respectful young men.
It’s not that scary.
Finally, what Angela, Scott and others are going for in those trails up off of Sylvan is going to be very cool. Especially for bikes.
But Timness, you’ve got to love JS’s description of you as Wick’s “Man Friday.” Yes?
Wow. Gossamer simply is too thick a word to describe how thin your skins are.
I wish I knew trees (and flora in general) like Sweet Billy H. The only three trees I can identify are “probably an oak,” “probably not an oak,” and “either an ash or a sycamore.” Well, I can tell a cottonwood, but mostly by the presence of those nasty little beetles.
But, yeah, this meet-cute has gone on long enough. Time for Tim to pluck the glasses from Jim’s face and say, “Why … Mr. Schutze … you’re beautiful!”
Wilonsky at least made the list of 10 most powerful people in Dallas, who are these Chodes?
If you two will come to an agreement to sit down and stop playing tit for tat, I will gladly buy y’all a bottle of Scotch. We can call it the ‘hootch summit’. Sadly, I’m afraid you both would never come to an agreement on what brand to drink.
On the other hand, if y’all ever decide to duel, please, please, please let Richie and Eric be your seconds!