As many members of the Dumbass Horde know, in a former life I was a Radio Guy, a DJ if you will.
Being an On-Air Personality allowed me to move up and down that dial (Thanks, WKRP!). One of the stops on my never-ending “packing and unpacking” (Thanks again, WKRP!) was Woodville, Texas, a small town in Southeast Texas a little over 100 miles Northeast of Houston.
Woodville is one of, if not THE, best place(s) I have ever lived.
In Woodville, there was a Sonic Drive In, a WalMart and a KFC. The only thing missing from Woodville that a bachelor could need was a likker store. The Ville is situated in a “dry county”, meaning that you can’t buy booze by the package, i.e., a 6-pack or a bottle of whiskey or whatever.
What Woodville lacks in buying alcohol it more than makes up with some of The Best People on Earth and a plethora of outstanding fishin’ holes. Fishin’ holes that are home to alligators. Lots of alligators.
Most people would associate gators with Florida or Looziana, not Texas. Let me assure you that the Texas – Looziana State Line has not prevented a single one of these prehistoric beasts from finding suitable habitat in the Lone Star State. Believe me when I say that alligators know no boundaries.