I just read that the Supreme Court met and made an important decision. Since the Second Amendment to our Constitution was ratified in 1791, they decided that if it was good enough for folks back then it was just fine with five out of nine of them to remain the way it is now, except that we no longer have to be member of a militia to own a gun. Also, anybody in Washington, D.C., can now own a gun. I thought they already did.

Since I don’t have a law degree, the best I can make out about their decision is that it is perfectly legal now to arm bears. Too, we can now keep a gun on our premises and shoot anybody who violates our territory.

The Supreme Court also gave the go-ahead to building 670 miles of fence along our southern border which has been plagued with lawsuits filed by environmentalists and city mayors along the Texas border. They are calling it “The Great Wall of Texas” and claim among other things it seriously affects the lives of two cats, the Ocelot and the Jaguarondi that regularly swim the Rio Grande to mate. As far as I can determine, neither have cost the tax payers a penny so far. The two-legged variety that swims the river cost us a lot.

Of course, there are always dissenters in the court for good reason. Supreme Court justices are appointed by the president in power at the time. If he happens to be a Republican, the dissenters are all Democrats and vice-versa. A president only gets to appoint a Supreme Court justice when one dies. They seldom ever die and they are appointed for life. That doesn’t mean your life or their life but life on earth.

Of course, they have to be approved by the legislature and they seldom ever die either. Want to live a long and happy life? Get elected to something. The average Senator, they say, becomes a millionaire in only two years. That’s nice too but the average citizen never does.

With the price of gasoline approaching $4 a gallon and the daily temperature reaching triple digits, it gets harder and harder to find a good subject to write about. Well, except for one thing. It is now fresh black-eyed pea season. I love fresh black-eyed peas. I’m sure that if the Good Lord ever made anything better, He kept it.

The peas, however, are getting hard to find. With the population shift that is happening, there are people moving into Texas these days, coming from far-off places where black-eyed peas and okra are regarded as poison, and not as many farmers are raising any. In some states, black-eyed peas are used for cow feed. That should be a felony, at least, punishable by 10 years in a lockup.

I was lucky. A nice lady in a fruit and vegetable store looks out for me every year and if they get any peas, she calls me. A few years ago, a friend told me, “I’ve got 30 acres of black-eyed peas and you can have all you want.” I followed his directions, took a big sack and was happily picking peas when an irate farmer showed up. “What are you doing in my pea patch?” he asked. I hastily explained. “Well,” he said, “that old boy don’t own this land or the peas either but since you’re here, go ahead and fill your sack.”

My “friend” thought that was the funniest thing he ever did.

I didn’t.

Harry Marlin’s column is featured every Tuesday on the Brownwood Bulletin’s Viewpoint page. E-mail him at pilgrimB17@verizon.net.