The day it all started was March 6, 1836.
On that fateful day, Davy Crockett woke up and rose from his bunk on the main floor of the Alamo, and walked up to the observation post along the west wall of the fort.
William B. Travis was already there, looking out over the top of the wall.
James Bowie was sick in bed, but he was looking out the window.
These three great men gazed at the hordes of Mexicans moving towards the Alamo.
With a puzzled look on his face, Crockett turned to Travis and said,
"Bill, are we, by any chance, having any landscaping work done today?"
Subject: A Poem
Old Joe was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
He sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
Of his exploits with his buddies,
They were heroes, every one.
” I THINK IT IS JUST TERRIBLE AND DISGUSTING HOW EVERYONE HAS TREATED
LANCE ARMSTRONG, ESPECIALLY AFTER WHAT HE ACHIEVED, WINNING SEVEN
TOUR DE FRANCE RACES WHILE ON DRUGS.
WHEN I WAS ON DRUGS, I COULDN’T EVEN FIND MY BIKE.”