tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15296316.post112768208332512884..comments2009-07-30T20:05:45.063-05:00Greg Bacushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588499923525031373noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15296316.post-1127831311196839562005-09-27T09:28:00.000-05:002005-09-27T09:28:00.000-05:00Man I remember living in little Mexico on the north side of Denton...nothing like a bunch of (dare I say it) Mexicans hanging out with their shirts of drinking beer, roasting a goat while listening to the overly simply bass riffs (not exactly riffs) and the over-the-top accordian...<BR/><BR/>Those were the good ole days on Vinsonville.<BR/><BR/>(Ask Storch)BVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12277492043523529097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15296316.post-1127695965697555472005-09-25T19:52:00.000-05:002005-09-25T19:52:00.000-05:00I love it. Your wife sounds like mine and her name is Richelle as well, must be the name. She's called the cops a time or two as well. :-)Jeff Dowdlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556866762231800860noreply@blogger.com