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Rainbows end
   the pot of gold
 My business travels took me to the Rio Grande
  Valley across a stretch of Highway 83 between
  Mission and Sullivan City, seemingly in the middle
  of nowhere, there stood a solitary Historical
  marker.



 I promised myself as I whizzed by on several
  occasions that............................... one day

 I would stop

 read the marker

 satisfy my curiosity.
 one day
                                           What
                                         the heck.


                      QuickTim e a nd a
                     GIF d eco m pre ss or
            a re ne ed ed to s ee this pictu re .





 I stopped on the lonely stretch of pavement to read history. It was nearing dusk
  and barely visible in the fading light as its shadow was cast on the empty field
  behind it. I sauntered up and began to read.






 It took much less than a minute before my feet, legs
  and thighs were on fire as the vicious Texas fire ants
  found me easy and delectable fare.










              swatting flicking flailing
    flogging
 Never the less, I managed to digest the words on
  the marker.

 Armed with that information I set about
  researching the event.

 I came to be enlightened on the store behind the
  story by the centanarian sage who solely manned
  the dark and dusty outpost of




 Due to my wretched experience collecting the
  chiseled message from the historical record and the
  anecdotal yarn woven by the last survivor of the
 The historical record is just part of the story. So it seems, Jim Sullivan namesake
  of Sullivan City once owned the property. Wildcatters were flooding in to West
  Texas in search of the black gold. Sullivan, intent on cashing in on the rush; set
  out to acquire a grubstake to plum the deserts and fields of West Texas. He
  reportedly sold his property in Hidalgo for a pittance but in any case it was
  enough for a rig, a crew and a start. He dug, he drilled, he prayed and drilled
  and drilled and despite his desperation, perspiration and persistence the Texas
  tea eluded him.....but........




                   Marker
                 number 2470
                                     John M. Lawrence No. 1 oil well was
                                     brought in September 18, 1934, near
                                     this site by veteran driller Otto C.
                                     Woods. Well flowed 1,000 or more
                                     barrels a day. At first the oil formed a
                                     lake beside the well. County has
                                     produced 20 million barrels of oil.
 Finally, broke and broken and with barely the
  strength to breathe he received the news.



 John Lawrence whom Sullivan had traded his
  fallow soil for the hope and the coin to set out on
  his venture in search of riches........... brought in
  one of the highest producing oil wells in Texas.

 Sometimes referred to as Big Bertha.




 His spirit was shattered in learning that the great
  fortune he spent his life to discover
 Seriously, a great lesson to be sure. They named
  the nearest town Sullivan City in his honor.



 I established my marketing company there in
  deference to the lesson he had learned for the
  benefit of us all.



 to everyone who reads this epitome

 let this be a lesson to take to heart

 before you set off on your course to search for
  the end of the rainbow

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  • 1. Rainbows end the pot of gold
  • 2.
  • 3. My business travels took me to the Rio Grande Valley across a stretch of Highway 83 between Mission and Sullivan City, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, there stood a solitary Historical marker. I promised myself as I whizzed by on several occasions that............................... one day I would stop read the marker satisfy my curiosity.
  • 4. one day What the heck. QuickTim e a nd a GIF d eco m pre ss or a re ne ed ed to s ee this pictu re . I stopped on the lonely stretch of pavement to read history. It was nearing dusk and barely visible in the fading light as its shadow was cast on the empty field behind it. I sauntered up and began to read. It took much less than a minute before my feet, legs and thighs were on fire as the vicious Texas fire ants found me easy and delectable fare.
  • 5. swatting flicking flailing flogging
  • 6. Never the less, I managed to digest the words on the marker. Armed with that information I set about researching the event. I came to be enlightened on the store behind the story by the centanarian sage who solely manned the dark and dusty outpost of Due to my wretched experience collecting the chiseled message from the historical record and the anecdotal yarn woven by the last survivor of the
  • 7. The historical record is just part of the story. So it seems, Jim Sullivan namesake of Sullivan City once owned the property. Wildcatters were flooding in to West Texas in search of the black gold. Sullivan, intent on cashing in on the rush; set out to acquire a grubstake to plum the deserts and fields of West Texas. He reportedly sold his property in Hidalgo for a pittance but in any case it was enough for a rig, a crew and a start. He dug, he drilled, he prayed and drilled and drilled and despite his desperation, perspiration and persistence the Texas tea eluded him.....but........ Marker number 2470 John M. Lawrence No. 1 oil well was brought in September 18, 1934, near this site by veteran driller Otto C. Woods. Well flowed 1,000 or more barrels a day. At first the oil formed a lake beside the well. County has produced 20 million barrels of oil.
  • 8. Finally, broke and broken and with barely the strength to breathe he received the news. John Lawrence whom Sullivan had traded his fallow soil for the hope and the coin to set out on his venture in search of riches........... brought in one of the highest producing oil wells in Texas. Sometimes referred to as Big Bertha. His spirit was shattered in learning that the great fortune he spent his life to discover
  • 9. Seriously, a great lesson to be sure. They named the nearest town Sullivan City in his honor. I established my marketing company there in deference to the lesson he had learned for the benefit of us all. to everyone who reads this epitome let this be a lesson to take to heart before you set off on your course to search for the end of the rainbow