There must be a big Texas football game on today. The rich folks across the road are yelling and hollering again. They always come down to their ‘lake house’ for their parties so as not to disturb their rich neighbors in their gated Dallas subdivisions. It must be catered because I don’t smell anything cooking or maybe they don’t eat?. I don’t dare tell my husband because he’ll do what he did last time and crash it. They had the guard on duty escort him out. The man has no pride