I “discovered” my marbles recently. Please note that I did not say I “found” them. That would seem to imply that I lost them. I never did. They were simply misplaced.
We’ve taken out the carpet and stained the concrete floors and have lightened up the load in our bedroom closet as we spread our wings in our empty nest. It’s fun finding things I had forgotten about.… Read the rest
Bitter as the pill may taste, it is one each generation has a hard time swallowing: The piper must be paid.
It’s a fundamental truth, muddled, of course, when “layaway plans” were trumped by credit purchases. “Buying now, paying later” is bait easily ingested, sliding down as smoothly as boiled okra in a gullet greased with WD-40.
Further, ad people tempt with new pitches to dull our financial senses.… Read the rest
This may sound like nonsense to you, but I’m worried about cowboy boots. Truly I am. When you read what I’ve discovered you’ll understand why I’m bringing this up. The point is, in my opinion it’s serious, and should be made known.
Most cowboy boots sold in stores today are not made in the USA. The Chinese are making them! They are turning out millions of pairs of our sacred western treasure, which is something I find disheartening.… Read the rest
I’m sorry because I may not be patriotic enough and my attitude might be even un-American because it seems to me the Oscars are a tempest in a teapot and much ado over nothing or almost nothing.
Of course, guys, I am referring to the Oscar presentations on TV.
I’m not really interested in what the starlets are wearing. In fact, I can’t tell a good gown from a bad gown.… Read the rest
Last year I wrote a column about how much I loved my rental minivan while my SUV was in the shop.
Ever since then, I’ve caught myself daydreaming about it when I struggle to get Fisher’s car seat secured in place. Or when I’ve needed to open the back doors and put Finley in when someone has parked too close to me.… Read the rest
When you grow up in 1940s-1950s Texas in a rural area or small town, chances are rodeo will be one of your favorite sports.
Since my father started out as a rancher and then was a buyer for a meat packing plant the rest of his life, rodeo was part of our lives. Up until my early teens, I regularly rode horses.… Read the rest
It’s March, which means that pretty soon people will start annoying the heck out of us with questions such as, “Hot enough for ya?”
Texas summers being what they are, we can probably count on being sweaty and miserable for, oh, six months or so.
But armpit sweat stains aren’t the only dangers we in Hood County will be facing this summer.… Read the rest
Order out of chaos
A recent edition of the Hood County News headlined interviews between representative Jim Keffer and his challenger, Cullen Crisp. Other than a class action lawsuit against the BRA which will probably not take place I would like to offer the following recommendations.
I would release enough water from upstream to fill Lake Granbury to capacity. This would involve lowering Possum Kingdom by only 4 to 5 feet as their lake is a deeper one and has a capacity of almost three times that of Granbury.… Read the rest
The fickle finger
award goes to…
I’ve experienced several “firsts” recently.
Until a couple of weeks ago, I’d never attended a live musical. Clumsy one-act high school plays don’t count. A production of “Ghost” at Bass Hall in Fort Worth was far more enjoyable than I expected, thanks to outstanding special effects and a female lead actress from Wisconsin with a beautiful voice.… Read the rest