The Mooselings are relieved.
They're excited to be pinch hitting for the great Bull Moose while he's off on vacation, but there's also a lot of pressure to live up to such high standards. Those are some pretty big moose prints to fill. That's why the Mooselings first feared that perhaps they had already blogged down the wrong alley, when, just yesterday, they received an unexpected direct call patched in from the Bull Moose himself all the way from the Lone Star state.
But rest assured, the main Moose was not calling with any such reprimands -- thoughts of bloggerdom had long left his mind just as soon as he had left the beltway. No, the Moose was calling with a report from the road, an update from the family vacation back in the Texas homeland, and, in truth, he was giddy.
"I've undergone a harmonic convergence of experiences," the Moose said.
"We thought you were going to San Antonio not Sedona," the Mooselings responded, wondering at their mentor's strange behavior.
Honestly, the Moose was riding high because, with his family at his side, his two true passions -- all things Texas and all things Teddy Roosevelt -- coincided at one spot, at one instant, to provide a brief moment of clarity.
"Everything came together," the Moose said. "Not only was I at the Alamo, the shrine of Texas Liberty and a testament to the fact that no defeat is final (take note Dems!), but not even 100 yards down the street, I visited the Menger Hotel, an ancient building in which Teddy Roosevelt himself, then the Colonel of the Rough Riders, stood to recruit brave cowboys to join his cause."
The Menger Hotel was built in 1859 and is the oldest continually operating hotel west of the Mississip. Proper legend has it that TR made his call to service from the main lobby, but those in the know claim he hung out in the hotel bar until the cowboys were too inebriated to walk straight, then stepped in and convinced them to sign up for duty.
The Mooselings imagine the whole day was a blast for their vacationing leader.
"The Moose has had a spiritual experience," the Moose said.
Who would have thunk it from our own Bull Moose, a Jewish carper: weary travels, religious epiphany, and a simple Menger.
As the Mooselings hung up the phone, they could hear the Moose speaking the gospel according Lt. Col Comdt. William Barret Travis and his famed February 24, 1836 appeal for aid at the Alamo:
"Fellow Citizens and Compatriots:
I am besieged with a thousand or more of the Mexicans under Santa Anna. I have sustained a continual Bombardment and cannonade for 24 hours and have not lost a man. The enemy has demanded surrender at discretion, otherwise, the garrison is to be put to the sword, if the fort is taken. I have answered the demand with a cannon shot, and our flag still waves proudly over the wall. I shall never surrender or retreat. Then, I call on you in the name of Liberty, of patriotism, of everything dear to the American character, to come to our aid with all dispatch. The enemy is receiving reinforcements daily and will no doubt increase to three or four thousand in four or five days. If this call is neglected I am determined to sustain myself as long as possible and die like a solder who never forgets what is due his honor and that of his country.
VICTORY OR DEATH"
-- The Mooselings --