Bill & Teresa's Excellent Adventure: 2) The Town Too Tough to Die, Tombstone, AZ

     If our quick stopover to Alamogordo was less than impressive, we thought our next stop would be guaranteed fun. It was, but it wasn't, but it should be and could be. We stopped in Tombstone, Arizona, the town too tough to die.

Tombstone, AZ

     We figured that since we were driving half way across the country anyway, why not stop and see this legendary city?
     I think the key word in the above sentence is 'legendary.' For me, anything affiliated with a 'legend' is old. Of course, old is not a bad thing. But I wonder as our nation's older population gets even older will the things that are legendary be forgotten and eventually erased?

     My point is, Tombstone still means a great deal to the 50-85+ year old demographic. But based on the ages of the people we saw in' the town too tough to die'.... Tombstone might not be dead, but it definitely appears on life support for anyone younger.

Tombstone Newspaper

     The picture on the right doesn't show it very good, but if you look at the headline below the big picture it reads: "Hope for town's future."
     The article states: "Tombstone business owners are uncertain about the future." There's plenty of optimism throughout the article but even a lifelong Tombstone resident and business owner admits, "It's not as good as it used to be... There's less people."
     We saw exactly what she means. During our visit, our hotel was almost empty, our restaurant for supper was practically empty and when we left after eating,,, Tombstone's most famous street, Allen Street, looked like a ghost town and it was only 8:30ish at night.

Historic Allen St./Tombstone, AZ

     My takeaway from Tombstone is/was 'the town too young to die' is both wonderful and borderline pitiful.
     It's wonderful because I'm old enough to appreciate the history and old enough to live in a different speed zone, but barely.
    What I mean is, I'm at the bottom of the 50-85+ age demo who doesn't need fast paced entertainment. Our demographic is willing to read, wonder and imagine even if the town's trimmings have become a little folksy and corny.
     But I feel it would be the rare 25-50-year old who would take Tombstone seriously.
     Tombstone's town fathers have done a fantastic job of placing historical markers up and down the streets once sauntered by outlaws, whores, gamblers and lawmen. There may be many younger people who will take the time to stop and read, but I'd wager many, many more young people will not find Tombstone appealing nor interesting. Ironically, I feel Tombstone's existing efforts to preserve and display our country's western history are too rudimentary for the 21st century.

World's Largest Rose Tree/Tombstone, AZ

     The picture to the right is the World's Largest Rose Tree. It's in Tombstone in the back of a building that houses a museum of one of Tombstone's first families.
     The afternoon we visited, we were the youngest visitors by at least 10-15 years. By the way, there were only two other visitors at the museum during the hour we toured the site.

     I think for Tombstone to see more visitors they need to modernize their history. That sounds completely contradictory, but if businesses want more business they need to make it not only entertaining, but also easy for the next generation of visitors. But how?

Wyatt Earp/Tombstone, AZ

     If Wyatt Earp were to call me from his grave and ask, "Bill. This is Wyatt. I've noticed fewer people are visiting Tombstone. Got any ideas?"
     Here's what I'd offer in no particular order although my ultimate point would be.... You gotta update and think like the 25-50 year olds.
     1) Keep almost everything so not to upset the 50-85+ group still alive, able and interested.
     2) Create a Tombstone app.
     3) Make every historical marker I-T friendly so younger people can click n' listen versus read
     4) Think BIG. Create some holograms at the markers so younger visitors can not only hear, but actually see the lawmen, outlaws and whores.
     5) Create a variety of focus groups: 25-50 years old Americans.... An Asian group... An English group... And a European group.


     The Tombstone Epitaph article begins with this declarative: "Video games like "Red Dead Redemption" and TV shows like "Westworld" are among the most popular today. The allure of the wild west is alive and well." Tombstone business owners, city organizers and townspeople there's your answer.

Bill Robertson

Bill & Teresa's Excellent Adventure: 1) On the Road Again!

     Seems like when you have grown children who live out of town, much less out of state, there are two choices when it comes to visiting/seeing them. Number One is, you pay for them to come to you. Or Number Two, you pay to go see them. There's obviously a third option but it's not applicable, at least on my side of our blended family.
     Teresa and I, at least for now, are pretty much handcuffed in the Number Two category. So, we are off again. This time, we're on the road to the west coast, specifically the San Diego area, to see son Jack and new daughter-in-law Allison. They moved west after their June wedding in Nashville.

Jack & Allison/Nashville, TN

     The long story short is: We're here! We drove from Snyder, America to San Diego, specifically Oceanside. It took us three, almost full days of driving which means we had a scrapbook full of stories before we ever saw the ocean.

     There are lots of ways to tell a story, but I'm mostly a linear thinker. Subsequently, I'm going to start at the beginning. And like most of our adventures, the beginning  for T and me usually includes something new, something weird, something we wouldn't do again and a couple of new friends or at least Facebook friends.


     Day One: We left Snyder mid-morning Monday bound for Alamogordo, NM. We intentionally broke up our multi-day drive into six-seven hour drive time increments. Many years ago, we'd drive 13-15 hours straight to see kids in Tennessee or Arizona (T's daughter's family.) We don't do that anymore.
     About the only thing we found interesting or fun driving to "Alamo," as the locals call it, was the Delaware Basin stretching between Lovington and Artesia, NM. The area's smothered in oil wells as far as the eye can see... Pumpjacks GALORE!! The scene looked like something out of a movie. I spoke to my cousin, who's a NM realtor. He told me that most of the many, many wells are on state land. He added that the black gold is killing or injuring many people because the tanker truck drivers are crashing into innocent drivers at an alarming pace. That dangerous fact explained the uncanny number of roadside billboards advertising attorneys with slogans like: "Injured in a truck crash? Call attorney John Doe."
     "Alamo" was completely forgettable except for a very slow elevator and a really weird guy at the nearby restaurant. But the weird guy's are own fault. We said we'd never do it, but we did. We sat at the bar. Within minutes and for the next hour, we regretted it.
     This guy came in through a side door and suddenly appeared seated next to us. We were newly on the road and excited. So, we/I struck up a conversation. Before we/I knew it, this now completely creepy guy became the 'close-talker' we couldn't shake. Of course, we could've picked up our plates and moved. We didn't. Our new motto is: Never sit at the bar! Or as T will say, "Don't make eye contact and Bill, you don't have to talk to everyone!"
     Next stop, the town too tough to die,,, Tombstone, AZ. Great in so many ways. Really great, but I'm pretty sure dying on the vine.

Bill Robertson
   

Bill's No Fail Sleep Solutions... Lincoln, Golf, Idaho & Moses

     Remember those days as a kid when you HATED going to bed? Who would've dreamed, pardon the pun, that when we got older going to bed would be a highlight of the day! But going to sleep or staying asleep just isn't as easy as used to be... is it?

     I have what I think are a few fail safe mind games you can try to either fall asleep or go back to sleep. The key is thinking of something besides the events of the past day or the events you're expecting for the coming day or days. I'm not sure if it's a proven fact, but I firmly believe that it's impossible to think of two things at the same time. So try one of the following if you're a tosser and a turner....

Be a News Person: I am a former news guy. So, this game isn't a stretch. I got the idea after watching the movie "Lincoln," starring Daniel Day Lewis. I loved that movie. That night while trying to go to sleep, I thought "wouldn't it be fun to interview a 19th century leader as a regular 21st century man."
     I asked all the obligatory question in my horizontal prelude. Teresa had no idea what I was doing because she's a sound--SOUND sleeper. Meantime, I bundled around multiple pillows, tried not to roll to the middle of our bed that dips like The Big Valley and stay still.
     That night, I asked #16 all kinds of fun stuff. I specifically remember asking him, "What's your favorite snack." Of course, he didn't answer (that'd be a little weird.)  I also remember asking him, "What's your vice.... What's your unnecessary worry... What time do you get up in the morning... What's your favorite supper?"
     This pretend interview worked, but it didn't. It worked because eventually I fell asleep. It didn't because he was a great interview.

Tee It Up!:  This is my go to game.. for a few reasons. First, I love to play golf. I like to watch golf. I enjoy reading about golf. and because of all the above I've created multiple variations of Tee It Up!.
     This bedtime diversion works best if I've played earlier that day. It works even better if I've played well that day. For example, the day I shot three under par I fell asleep a lot faster than the day(s) I shot five-to-seven(ish) over par.
      Here's how it works. Fluff up your pillows and don't bother the sound, sleep noises making loved one who's perfectly happy next to you. Then, begin re-playing your round.
      For example, I'll silently say in my mind, "Okay, my #1 tee shot went right... My second shot returned to the fairway... I'm 120 out.. I wanna be in front or on the green, but I don't wanna be in that sand... I hit my wedge front center... chipped up.... dropped the putt... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."
     Usually, I don't get past the first or second hole when I play Tee It Up. Then if I awake in the night, I pick up where I left off. In the above scenario, I picked up on the #2 tee box and continued my game and Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Idaho: This is my most intellectual game. I bet if you try it... you'll screw it up when you get to the letter "I."
     In this game, climb in bed & close your eyes. Then, begin putting all the states in alphabetical order. Sounds easy, right? Humpf! Idaho always trips me up.
     And here's the rub, once you realize you missed a state, you have to start from the beginning. Sounds easy, right? Just wait till you get the "Ms" and the "Ns." And, where does Washington, DC go?

Moses: This sleep game began when I was reading the Old Testament... great stuff. I got in bed one night & my mind was twirling. I got to thinking about scripture from my day's reading. I was reading Job at the time.
     I silently asked myself, "Who'd play Job if Hollywood made a movie?" I really don't remember who Tinsel Town cast in the role, but I'm sure they were very patient in their selection. Ultimately, this turned out to be a fun challenge.
     Beware though... I found that many times my thoughts returned to whatever movie I had last seen.  One night, we'd recently watched 10-Ways to Lose a Man with Matthew McConaughy and Kate Hudson. I was reading the New Testament at this time. So, it turns out, all the principals looked like those two.

     We all have a lot going on in our lives. If you can turn it all off at bedtime, I envy you. But if you're anything like me, try one of these games or create your own. No matter how many bills you have, no matter what worries you at work, no matter what makes you sad.... your mind, as complex as it is, simply cannot think about two things at the same time.

Bill Robertson, No Charge.



   

Mr. Brady Was Right! Caveat Emptor!

     My older sister, Laura, and I were huge fans of The Brady Bunch when growing up. We didn't miss an episode.
     I'll never forget the episode when Greg was old enough to take his driver's test. He passed and immediately wanted to buy a car. He found one and paid a whopping $100. And that's when his dad, Mike, said two words that I have not forgotten. Those words are: Caveat Emptor. That's Latin for "Let the buyer beware."

    I have no idea how I remember Mike Brady's wisdom from an October 1971 episode of The Brady Bunch, but I do. Of course, it was a Friday night because that's when our favorite show came on TV. I bet Laura and I were eating supper. I don't think we had TV tables. I remember a big, round coffee table. I also remember mashed potatoes with ketchup. Laura and I didn't agree on too much back then, but The Brady Bunch was an exception. I don't know if she still likes mashed potatoes, but I do sans ketchup these days.

     That was 37-years ago. Here's what's happened within the last year to prove Mike Brady's a genius. Teresa and I bought two vehicles in the last 13-months. I could have... I should have applied Mr. Brady's sage advice in both instances.
     The first time I remembered Caveat Emptor was when I took our gently used Kia in for an oil change and tire rotation. The oil change went fine, but the tire team at our local car-fixit place called and said, "Bill, we need the key for the wheel locks and it's not in the car."

     "The what?" I think wheel locks are a new thing.. a millennial 'show-off' kind of thing. The tires aren't the big deal. It's the rims. I guess younger people want fancy (expensive rims). So, they get lug nuts that actually lock to deter creepy thieves. Apparently, the rim stealing circuit is so active that now even standard wheels come with the locking lug nuts.
     Who knew? I sure didn't. So when our local tire team told us the news, I called the dealership where we bought our black cherry Sorrento in Lubbock. They immediately apologized and said they could fix the situation at no cost to us. They admitted they screwed up. So in this case, Mike Brady's Caveat Emptor wasn't so abrasive. It was the second instance that really chapped my fanny and drove home the point from 'A man named Brady raising three boys of his own.' He told Greg... "Buyer beware!"

    Our second Caveat Emptor adventure involves a gently used pickup truck we bought for my youngest son Joe's college graduation. We spent ALL day at a little dealership called Casey's Frontier Chevrolet in Livingston, Tennessee. When I say, ALL day... I mean all day.
    The bottom line is/was... Joe was driving home from work in Tennessee last Thursday night. It was cold and wet. He had a flat. He got out on a busy Nashville highway to change the tire, but couldn't remove the deflated tire. Why?! Because of the stupid wheel locking lug nuts. He told me that he looked and looked, but there was no 'key' included in the spare replacement equipment.

     Joe: "Dad, umm. I had a flat. No big deal. But there wasn't a key included for the locking lug nuts. I was able to get my truck towed to a Nashville dealership. But now, they're telling me it's going to be $250-$300 bucks to cut off those locking lug nuts."
     Me: "They have a master."
     Joe: "They say they don't. I also called Casey's Frontier Chevy where y'all got the truck. They pretty much said I'm screwed."
     Me: "What!? They didn't offer any type of help?"
     Joe: "No."
     Me: "I'll call you back."

     Okay, there are a few things to note here. First of all, Joe's 6'3" and 215lbs and 24-years old. So, he's okay. I'm not making that point. But still, once your baby boy.... always your baby boy. My point as I continue is... Customer service and while Caveat Emptor is apparently always applicable the response I got from Casey's Frontier Chevy in Livingston, Tennessee really should put Caveat Emptor in ALL CAPS!

     My first phone call was to the Nashville dealership where Joe's truck was towed. They changed their tone real quick once they realized they weren't dealing with a 20-something. Kudos to them. But the phone conversation I had with Casey's Frontier Chevy in Livingston, Tennessee didn't go as I'd hoped.
     Receptionist: "Hello. Casey's Frontier Chevy in Livingston, Tennessee. How may I direct your call."
     Me: "Hello. My name is Bill. I'm calling long distance. May I please speak with your general manger?"
    I was put on hold and listened to a few minutes of pretty good music. Then, Randy came on the phone.
     Randy: "This is Randy. How can help you?" I gave him the story. Randy didn't waste anytime getting to the point.
     Randy: "Yes, I talked to your son. I told him there was nothing we could do. We haven't seen that truck in a year. How could we know. If he'd brought to us for service, we would've found the issue and corrected it."
     Me: "First of all Randy, he graduated from Tech (Tennessee Tech in nearby Cookeville, TN.) The truck was a gift. He left town. That's why you haven't seen the truck in a year. Secondly, don't y'all check ALL your vehicles for absolutely everything before they're sold?"
     Randy: "We don't necessarily check the tires. If we had, we would've found the issue."
     Me: "Okay. I recommend y'all begin checking all your vehicles, new & used, from bumper to bumper and top to bottom. That's something y'all may want to change."
     Randy: "What are you asking me to do about it?"
     Me: "I want you to pay for the costs of removing those locking lug nuts!"
    Randy: "That's not going to happen."
     Me: "You mean y'all are selling vehicles and not completely checking them before they leave your lot?"
    Randy: "You mean that YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE ANY RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS?" (I didn't put in caps bc he's yelling. I put in caps because of what I consider a ridiculous statement.)
     Me: "Of course, I'm not!!!"

     The conversation didn't last long after that. I suppose the good news is/was: Teresa and I learned a lesson, two actually, and we were able to explain to Joe to never presume a seller's got your best interest in mind.

     Update: Joe's truck is good. Our Kia is good. Laura and I get along.

     Thoughts: If Mike Brady had such good advice, what'd Marshall Dillon, Arlis & Travis, Kojak, Archie Bunker & Mr. Jefferson, Hawkeye, Bob Hartley and Johnny Carson say that I missed?

Bill Robertson

   

   

   

Tales of the Tumbling Tumbleweed(s)

     Any "City Slickers" fans out there? Remember the 1991 western comedy starring Billy Crystal and Jack Palance? Remember? Palance did the one arm push-ups at that year's Academy Awards? There was a song he sang during that movie called "The Tumbling Tumbleweeds.''
    Ole Jack's gone now, but he would've had a lot....a whole lot to sing about today in West Texas. The wind started to blow and then.... Katy bar the door!

     We knew we were in for one of those West Texas days when the breeze started up before 8:00 this morning. The tops of trees began swaying back and forth before it was time to go to work, and that's usually a bad sign in these parts. And sure enough... We went from 'it's gonna be a blustery day to a full blown (pardon the pun) duster buster' out here in Snyder, America.

Hello New Mexico!

     By 3:00 this afternoon, the sky began to take on a color like khaki pants. Around these parts the wind howls so much that we even joke about it. We say things like: "Here's comes New Mexico" or "Looks like Lubbock's blowin' in." Sometimes, we keep it closer to home and blame our dirty sky on Lamesa only 60-miles down the state highway.
     But all kidding aside, a sky that's more brown or red than blue means a big wind's coming. The unusual color you see in the left photo is plain ole west Texas dirt bearing down on us. The best thing to do, if you can, is stay indoors and be thankful you didn't dust your home. It's a well known fact out here that all that dirt somehow/some way goes through windows.

Tumbleweed(s) Station/WRP @ 3:15ish

      I can't explain it, but we've had an unusual amount of tumbleweeds this year. And when the wind blows like it's blowing today, those thorny thistles roll and roll until something blocks their way.
     The picture to the right is the breezeway at the ranch between our kitchen and pavilion. I took the photo only minutes after the wind started. Use that red door in the background as a point of reference.

       I took the photo on the left about 15-minutes later. There's that red door. The wind had just started howling. Teresa and I knew it was only a matter of minutes until this breezeway became 'tumbleweed(s) station. 

     Then it was only a few minutes later until the breezeway really started to get crowded with the dry, prickly tumbleweeds. The weeds are half way up that red door.

   The breezeway will likely fill up even more with the dry, prickly tumbleweeds before the winds stops sometime tomorrow.

     Suffice it to say, I'm not looking forward to clearing our main walkway between the kitchen and pavilion. And, I'm really not excited about clearing the pictured fence that's apparently the ultimate tumbleweed(s) catch-all.

Tumbleweed(s) Catch-All/Windmill Ranch Preserve, 2018

     Just another day in paradise.

Bill Robertson

   

The Great Toothpaste Debate. Am I Cheap or Thrifty?

     I don't use coupons, but I do look for good deals. I absolutely hate to shop, but considering that I'm our households go-to grocery getter I flex my 'thrifty-ness' at our local supermarket and, I flex IT a lot!
     I'm at the store everyday. Seriously!Unless we're out of town, I'm at the store every single day. Take a look at today's shopping list.

Today's Shopping List

     Tonight, we're having wings and burgers as we watch the SAINTS game. GO SAINTS! I bought the 'wingettes' yesterday to marinade in my super secret sauce so today was more about the burgers and necessary accourtrements.
     There's nothing helter-skelter about this list. The tomatoes are to the left as I walk in the store. The cheese and lunch meat are down Aisle #1, the buns are on the left of Aisle #2 and so on.
     I'm in the store so much that I can make a list and NEVER go backwards. The meat throws me off every now and again because sometimes I forget the ground beef is perpendicular to Aisle #5 or the pork chops are closer to Aisle #7. But the point is, I know our grocery store. In fact, I've challenged the kids who work there to find something before I do. Every time... I'm back at the register before they can even find the right aisle. It's a gift.
     I take my grocery shopping very seriously. I figure if I'm going to be there everyday, I might as well search out the best store deals. And, it's that 'thrifty-ness' that is the genesis of The Great Toothpaste Debate.

Toothpaste Choices/Snyder, America

     Take a look at the picture on the right. That's our toothpaste aisle. There are so many choices, but I really think we're all being duped by big business.
     You can't tell it by this photo, but some of those brands on the top shelf go for five to six to almost seven dollars!!! Really???
     Some have SCOPE. Some promise bad breath protection. Others promise that you'll have shiny teeth of steel. I think it's all MULARKY!
     So if you look way down on the bottom shelf... to the far left... you'll see the old standby. You'll see the toothpaste we've used since "Gunsmoke."  There it is.... Plain ole CREST.

Save! Save! Save!

     Plain ole CREST at $2.29 vs something fancier for a lot more. Of course, I bought the plain ole CREST.
     Teresa and I are educated people, but you'd never guess it by our kitchen conversation last night.
     "That toothpaste is terrible," she said.
     "It's the same stuff you used 30-years ago. It's fine," I said.
     "It tastes like chalk and it make me gag," she said as she feigned a gagging pose.
      "You're fine!"
      "No! It makes me gag," again acting like she was heaving on our kitchen floor.
     The bottom line is... We're sticking with the $2.29 CREST until it runs out. Then if I can sneak more into the house, we're using the cheap/thrifty brand again.

     One more thing, I'll always look for a deal on coffee. We like Gevalia, but have you seen those prices. Good grief!!! $8.99!!! We both add stuff to our coffee. So what difference does it make what coffee we buy?
    You can't tell by the above photo but the store brand is $4.99. I bought two. One was from Costa Rica. The other was from Italy. I figured... 'Wow! What a price for foreign coffee. Add a little milk or a little creamer and all's right in the world.'
   

No Skimping Here!

     There is one national brand that  I will NOT under any circumstances consider replacing with a less expensive version.
     I learned a long time ago that, probably before I was responsible for cooking for anyone but myself.... You get what you pay for when it comes to frozen potatoes.
     A bad experience has made me an Ore-Ida man for life. I remember my spud mistake. It was terrible. The price seemed too good to pass up, but when I opened the bag... Oh, the disappointment.
     Maybe you think I'm exaggerating, but just today on Aisle #11.. just at the corner of the frozen potatoes, frozen vegetable and frozen bread section,,, I got my affirmation.
     I ran into an old Snyder friend. She's a singer, a mom, a wife and a grandmother... All credentials for knowing her stuff.
     We talked about everything from the weather to the holidays and then... the question.
     "Do you see any Ore-Ida Hashbrowns with the peppers and onions," she asked.
     "Uh.. let's see... No."
     "Dang it! They stopped carrying them," she said.
     "They have the store brand. Do you want those?" I asked.
     "NO! They're terrible."

     I walked away vindicated.

    Grocery shopping is a chore.😏

Bill Robertson
   
   

Create! Create! Create! Snyder's Young Mad Scientists

     Something new and exciting is going on in the Snyder, America school system and the likes of Amazon are helping foot the bill. That's right, the online purveyor of everything from books to golf balls and more is helping pay for a new mindset.

     "A new mindset," that's what the coordinator for Snyder's STEAM program calls the curriculum still in its infancy.
    The acronym STEAM stands for: Science, Technology, Engineering/Energy, Ag/Art and Math.

TIGER STEAM ACADEMY/Snyder, TX

     The STEAM program in Snyder is about five years old, but the TIGER STEAM ACADEMY is barely in its first year at the Snyder Intermediate School... the old junior high as we call it here in town.

     The information covering everything from the start of the STEAM Lab to who's paying for it to what's its future are long and detailed. So suffice it say that, for this writing anyway, everything is in good hands and many of our local students are willing participants for a new method of teaching and learning.

Tiger STEAM Academy

     Kids learning tasks using Virtual Reality was just one element of the STEAM Lab on display at a Makers Tuesday held this week. I'm not exactly sure if V-R falls into Science, Technology or Engineering. I was told the real point is to get youngsters excited about 'making' things in ways previously not taught in Snyder or many, many other schools.

     Granted, the kids are only making Christmas/Holiday related drawings but they're applying a technology that's developing a "new mindset" into how to make things.
     The Tiger STEAM Academy takes up an entire building at the Intermediate School. There's one large, brightly lit room with at least eight smaller rooms around the perimeter.
     For the purposes of the Makers Tuesday, robotics and engineering design applications took up most of the main room along with free eats and drinks for the many students and parents in attendance.

     I don't have this confirmed, but to me it seemed like all the night's activities focused on the season. For example, the duty of this robot was to move a small snowball. Another station included Toy-Hacks where the students took an existing toy and made modifications.

      I had to make sure I checked all the side rooms because something different seemed to be going on behind each door.

Those kids in the photo to the right are making 3-D Christmas ornaments... some using a type of super skinny glue gun while others drew their decoration using a computer for later 3-D print-out.

   
     And what are the holidays without holiday music? To cover the Arts, the evening's Maker Tuesday included a make your own music video booth.
     The room to the left is sound proof. The man with his back to us is handling the video equipment and I'm pretty sure the performers are belting out Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer.

     Whatever the kids are making, who knows. Whatever the students are singing, can't say for sure. But what is clear, they're all doing what they're doing with excitement. And even though they probably don't know it, they're all learning with a new mindset.

    If you'd like more information of the TIGER STEAM ACADEMY go to https://intermediate.snyderisd.net/

Bill Robertson