Work Night at the Strack Shack

My boss, Wesley Strackbein, has a property of patriarchal proportions (six acres of trees, fields, rocks, and a creek, anyway) where he lives about an hour north of San Antonio. Last night I journeyed to his abode with Michael Gobart and Peter Bradrick to participate in a work night. The goal: to take dominion over the grass and the wayward driveway tree branches.

Arriving at Wes’ home around 5:30 p.m., he gave us an enjoyable (and, for me, long-anticipated) tour of his property, including the Strack Shack (the Strack Shack is another blog post for another time) and his present domicile. After about an hour of wandering around his land and admiring his labors on inside his home and out, we set to work cutting grass, weed-wacking, and trimming trees. We were able to accomplish much of our goal, diligently employing our respective energies until night fell.

As a reward for our labors, Wesley’s mom and her four daughters (the Strackbein ladies had arrived later in the evening) made us an outstanding meal of spaghetti, salad, string beans, and garlic bread (several of those menu items included ingredients from the Strackbeins’ own garden). What a wonderful ending to our day, enjoying excellent food and good Christian fellowship!

Following are a few pictures from the evening. Enjoy.