So we just got back from San Antonio on some STS bidnass. Highlights were sneaking into ZZ Top concert, 7 meals of Mexican food in a row, partying on the River Walk, a snake attack and Dana Carvey. Sadly, the Alamo didn’t make the list. We walked right past it. I asked the dudes if they wanted to go in or at least get their pic in front of it, since we were right there. They said they were good. I tried to get them to go ask a tour guide to see the basement like on Pee-wee’s big adventure. They said no. Then I asked if they wanted to go get coonskin caps and snow cones in the gift shop and look for old Mexican bullets around the perimeter wall. They told me to shut the hell up. Long story short, nobody besides me and the tour busses full of geriatrics care about the Alamo anymore. Sad day. Your legacy is dead Mr. Bowie and Crockett. I tried to keep it alive. I tried.