It’s really hot. And lonely too. Everybody who could get out of town is now out of town. Walking out to my steaming car this afternoon I gazed longingly at the fancy palm-shaded outdoor pool at the Rec Center:
Happily, it gave me a chance to revisit the berserk charm of the old Grad House on Main and University with it’s earlier incarnation of palm and pool glamour:
Thresher files, c1993
One more just because I like it:
We’re here and you can come visit us anytime! You can tell me what you found about the mystery picture. My guess: it’s not Rockne, it’s some Aggie dignitary.
And some of us from way back when (1970’s) remember it as the Tidelands Motel…
Beat me to it Bill.
Yep. I remember staying at the Tidelands when we were in the process of moving to Houston (I think in 1961, but I could be off a little
“The Buttoned Down Mind of Bob Newhart” was recorded live at the Tidelands. The nightclub there offered big name talent.
Barney L. McCoy, Hanszen 67
There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues.
Good thing the guy in the first photo isn’t turned 90 degrees to the right…