The following thousand words (or so), which will most likely be entered into evidence at my eventual competency hearing where my beneficiaries will diligently fight the good fight against the con artist (most likely a man of non-diverse heritage because all the bad guys fall in that demographic) who has engaged in bold subterfuge to control my vast assets, are being committed in this latest dispatch to an otherwise dull internet in a manner which will evoke two different thoughts in you, my beloved reader.

Thought one – TharpSter sure does reminisce a lot.

Yeah, that’s been said before.

Thought two – This was a very disturbing post.

Ditto.

None the less, the admonishment has been conveyed.  Let’s move on.

Last night, while perusing the menu at a local Tex-Mex eatery with Wifey, I was reminded of that time when I was about 15 when Mom and Dad packed my brother and me into the back seat of the Monte Carlo and went to the brothel.

Now that I’ve set the hook and you’ve been sufficiently disturbed, I’ll clarify that statement.

Last night, while pondering what Tex-Mex goodness I was going to feed into my pie hole, a menu item (which I subsequently did feed into my pie hole) evoked a memory of that time back in 1983 when the family went to the Casper Events Center and watched a stage production of The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas.

Twenty fans were turnin’ y’all.

I even obtained merchandise from the event and wore it to school for the next year or so.

For me to sit here and explain the story line or the real life events that inspired the show would be ludicrous.

If you don’t know the story about the Chicken Ranch in La Grange, Texas, or about Marvin Zindler, the Houston television reporter who made his name on that whole event, then maybe you haven’t dedicated enough gray matter to catching one of the most important movies ever made which featured Dolly Parton and the late great Burt Reynolds.

Just sayin’.

None the less, I’ve got to wonder if the lobby of the Chicken Ranch featured a menu board on the wall which bullet pointed the different products or services its patrons could purchase.  Items like the Fosbury Flop, the Roundrock Roundoff, the El Paso Elbow, or the Waco Wacko come to mind.

Naturally, a trip to the Chicken Ranch wouldn’t be complete without sampling the Chicken Ranch Taco.