We have all had them…right “a perfect day”? But it is hard to pick…and hard to remember. Well while my memory is good it is not good enough to reach back decades and remember just that one day. Instead, I can remember things that made my days very good…excellent even. I can piece those together …
While I was working today at my desk I realized how junked up it is….and stays. Laptop, monitors, printer compete for surface space with piles of filing, notebooks, stacks of photos, cool boxes something came in and other treasures that have been there so long I no longer see them. While taking this inventory my …
My dad was in the Army/Air Force during WWII. He recieved over 50 hours of flight training in an old TaylorCraft. Eventually his 18 year old eyes were his downfall. His depth perception had him landing the plane a little high…consistently. Ultimately he became “ground crew” in a P38 squadron in western Italy. Along the …
That is an ominous title and sounds entirely negative. For the most part I guess it is. But it is different than I expected. First, getting old is natural, inevitable and like most stages in life can be done poorly or well. The only way to avoid it is to die young…and I missed that …
Lee and I dated in high school in Roby Texas. Her family moved to Haskell Texas as she went into her junior year…the town where I was born…and her parents lived there the rest of their lives. So when we married, Haskell became a once a month visit. “Going to Nanny’s”. On one such trip …
Lee is a “Parrot Head”. She has had me accompany her to at least 3 concerts and had me set to go to a fourth. That one didn’t work out. The first was at Fair Park and while getting ready for it she forced me to put on a shirt with a collar. The first …
Being mentally and physically tough is a trait I admire. For me it is measured over time not in a moment of resolve or short term heroics. My wife Lee is one of those people. Fighting rheumatoid arthritis now for over 25 years, she routinely endures not only pain, but inconveniences that would crush a …
I moved to Dallas in April of 1966 living first in Irving and later in the apartments along Gaston Ave … where everyone lived. It was later that year I went to my first Cowboy game. This is how it worked back then. This being well before the “American With Disabilities Act” there were no …
Funny how little things lying around evoke such big memories. I find things in drawers or shelves that I want to keep but have no specific place where they go. Lets call them “stuff” or more accurately “good stuff”. If they are small enough I will put them on my vanity where I dress and …
In the 90s while Lee and I ran our industrial equipment business, we began to build relationships with companies in Mexico. As the NAFTA pact was hyped and later ratified those relationships became business streams. We put a store in Laredo and I traveled regularly to support it. This is a story about a trip …
Lee and I built a new home in Rockwall county, just outside the city limits on 3-1/2 acres. The other houses on Norman Trail were on about an acre each. What made ours different was the 2 acre rock quarry in the back yard. Filled with crystal clear water and two sides vertical rock…the other …
Every generation has one or more of it’s “Do you remember where you were …” days. I guess that more than any other…this day…sticks in my mind over all others. As I look back on the days, weeks and years that followed, I realize that it changed everything. Everything. That Friday started out like most. …