The gift that keeps on maiming
My friend, Jackie Holloway, always had cooler stuff than I did while we were growing up, so when I got the chance I always enjoyed spending a weekend at his house. He had guns, and a mini bike, and right across the road from his house was a sand plant, where they dug frac sand out of the ground There were several acres of waste sand, which we used as a substitute for the Sahara Desert, so we could play Rat Patrol.
Folks, I’ve got a case of the “Don’t Want a’s!” I don’t want a do much of anything. I guess I’m in what you would call an extended vacation in Piddle around land. I should do something about it, but changing my life back to “Pick it up, Clean it up, and Put it up,” just doesn’t interest me.
When I get like this, I start to feeling guilty!
Dak Biggest Football Name Since Doak?...
Only fans longest of tooth, grayest of hair or baldness of pate could possibly remember a time when there was anyone to compare with the “Dak-to-Dak-to-Dak” wins posted by the Dallas Cowboys. A Texan named Doak Walker stirred similar acclaim in Dallas, beginning with high school exploits at Highland Park High School in the early 1940s, then at Southern Methodist University prior to his half-dozen years of pro stardom wit ...
Cold.
Wait for it...
Hot...
And so it goes.
Sweater.
Jacket.
Hat.
Flip the switch.
AC.
T-shirt.
Cap.
Speaking of T-shirts and caps.
You can get them monogrammed at Beaty’s Embroidery & Signs.
And Mason Monograms & More.
And T-shirts printed too.
They’re right across the street f ...
The Art United Methodist Church was privileged to have John Alsbrooks as our pastor Sunday. We enjoyed visiting with John and Sharon.
It was a busy week at our house. John had cataract surgery Tuesday. He had an easy time and read the scripture in church without glasses Sunday.
Baby Boomers to Millenials... The Generations
I, like half of the graduating class of 1978, was born in 1959. The other half was born in 1960. Technically, all of us are too young to be considered Baby Boomers and too old to be considered Children of the 60s. Later generations would be tagged as Generation X, or as Millineals.
My generation falls between the cracks.
Welcome, October.
Welcome.
Or make that Oktober...with a k.
If you’re speaking German.
Swedish.
Danish.
Norwegian.
Or Indonesian.
No matter how you say it, it’s here.
Good ol’ Autumn-leaves-falling-crisp-morning-air-October.
Welcome, Fall.
Worthy of capitalizing (though grammar authorities think differently).
No matter whe ...
John and I have been traveling. It was bucket list time. For years, I have wanted to see the aspens turn gold in the fall. We have planned this trip tentatively several times but plans always fell through. The trip was worth the drive. We rode the narrow gauge train from Durango, Colorado, to Silverton, Colorado.
A Ranger Named ‘Joaquin’....
Had his life been a song, it would have been Big John. If a folk tale, Paul Bunyan. If a military hero, pick your favorite, and he’d have a lot of Joaquin Jackson in him.
And this veteran lawman charged with peace-keeping over a vast West Texas expanse bigger than some states was perhaps as colorful as Judge Roy Bean.
Housework and a dog chasing it’s tail is very much alike. Pick it up, clean it up, put it up. It has to be constantly done. I use to think that it all had to get done. However, the older I get the less important housework becomes.
The world isn’t going to stop, just because you didn’t get it all done.
