I remember Eddie Chiles, I believe, who used to put that little tip out for us on TV. Try as we might the well just didn't come into our lives. The nearest I came to oil in our yard was when I knocked over the pan used for my drained oil when I did it myself on one of our many old cars. I don't do oil changes anymore. Several things keep me from this chore: Physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. A project like that at this point in time would reduce me to a shaking, red-faced, candidate for ER or more.
The possibility of finding oil on our own property is beginning to appear once again. This time, if things are exactly right,(or wrong) I could have an abundance of crude lapping up to my patio. It will take several events coming together, but they could happen. 1. The BP flow continues out in the gulf. 2. A hurricane of good size like a category III. 3. The storm tracking to the Rockport area and slamming into Aransas Bay. Storm surges of 15-20 feet could bring it to the back yard.
Ann and I will be there with all our coffee cans, old pans, milk jugs,etc., to gather each precious drop of the black gold. We will be like the Clampetts without having to make that strenuous trip to California.
I know we will be new money, but we will try to continue to be sociable to our less fortunate friends. Actually, all of we Rockporters will be basking in new-found wealth. It won't be quite as painful living in tents and left-over asbestos-soaked old mobile homes given to us by the city of New Orleans and FEMA.
On second thought....I think we would prefer to be oil-less.
