On Dreams of “Iron Horses”...
Perhaps dream-sizing today of century-old happenings should be linked to individuals with king-size visions of what can be. We can’t get our minds wrapped around ideas of such dreamers whose unbounded optimism and rolled-up sleeves led to projects of grandeur.
Before automobiles, before area oil discovery, and a full century before wind turbines turned lazily in the west Texas winds, cotton and cattle un ...
Cement
To the Editor:
The debate surrounding the tax abatement proposal in Brady and McCulloch County on US Cement’s quarry and manufacturing facility continues to heat-up with a host of negative outcomes for the citizens of Mason and Mason County.
How so?
Recently Brendon Gibbons Staff Writer for the San Antonio Express-News wrote an article: “Cement plants penalized by EPA
What’s in a name?
Funny you should ask.
Just about everything.
One’s history.
One’s ancestry.
One’s creativity.
Or madness.
Harry Butt (a British cricketer).
Copper Penny.
Cherry Wood.
Two people I personally knew.
Or naming with a sense of humor:
Muddy Waters.
Rip Torn.
Chubby Checkers.
Perhaps nobility reigns.
Von this.
Van that.
Or “de” something or other.
Perhaps named for one’s trade.
Cooper.
Potter.
Farmer.
Miller.
Brewer.
Weaver.
Even funnier is what’s in ...
The Knock on the Door!
Last week's sermon drew from Christ's admonition in Luke 12 to remain always prepared for the arrival of the Savior. Our visiting pastor, Tom Gibbons, did a great job of pulling together that message with his own reminder that faith without works is empty. Tom's sermon did precisely what a good lesson always does,,, it got me to thinking.
So often in life, we spend inordinate amounts of time preparing ourselves for specific moments or unique events, only ...
What Do We Talk About Now?
When you're young, you learn lessons in civility and good manners. You are taught to open doors for ladies and to assist the elderly in crossing the street. You learn to say please, to always say thank you, and to not swear in public.
Those are the lessons we're taught in kindergarten and Sunday school.
Hot.
Caliente.
Chaud.
Heib Wetter.
Somehow hot is easier to handle when it’s supposed to be hot.
Like summer in Texas.
Or summer most places.
The Midwest.
The Deep South.
The deserts of the Southwest.
But some heat can be abnormal.
Like when it’s 90 degrees in the mountains.
You’re a mile high up in the sky.
Cozied up to the scorching sun.
No breeze.
And often, no air conditioning.
No relief.
Unless there’s a lake nearby.
People drop dead in San Francisco when it gets hot.
No fog.
No br ...
August snuck in. This summer is really going fast.
We had a family dinner Sunday to celebrate granddaughter Megan’s 13th birthday. Thanks to parents Scott and Crystal, we enjoyed a feast of wonderful food. Grands Amber and John returned Sunday from their summer visit with their dad and Megan had returned Wednesday from her summer visit with her mom.
I’ve been told, “You can’t fix stupid.” I believe it, however, I want to believe you can reason with stupid. Wrong! I just get more agitated! Really, there is nothing I can do to prove a point to one of these folks. They’ve just made up their minds to remain in the la la land of complete stupidity!
As we all remember, we had general rains in May and I saw green in every direction from the top of the hill. Amazing how fast changes in vegetation occurs when the hot July winds take to the stage and devours what nature has provided.
However, not all things are to the bad, as I am seeing and hearing things that I have not seen or heard in some time.
Jalapeno Sweet Potato Cups
This for my “Health” conscience friends out there. I was tired of everything I have been having breakfast and was looking for another healthy option to boiled eggs, breakfast drinks and breakfast bars.
I actually found this on my “My Fitness Pal” blog. It originally came from the “Lean Green Bean”.
