The Maidenhair Fern
Growing up in Rosenberg, as far back as I can remember, maidenhair fern grew in the front porch flower bed at our house. Mother had azaleas to the back of the bed with the fern filling in below and in front of the azaleas. In the Spring the bed was a beautiful mix of...
Gershwin and the Lubbock Symphony Orchestra
I had the distinct pleasure of attending the Lubbock Symphony Orchestra’s Blues to Beethoven: Beethoven & Gershwin concert Saturday night. Pat Angeley and I began our evening of cultural consciousness-raising with a lovely dinner at the Double Nickel Restaurant....
I Don’t Like Litterbugs, Either
Litterbugs trash Mother Earth just like those spammers litter the Internet ("Spammers Should Be Shot, October 11, 2013). So they’re next on my bad list. The thing is, however, litterbugs have been around way too long and have just gotten worse. I don’t have any...
Spammers Should Be Shot
No kidding. Spammers and litterbugs are two categories of irresponsible, reprehensible jerks that are just taking up valuable space and not contributing anything worthwhile to society. I’ll get to litterbugs another day. Today I choose to vent about the bane of my...
Lucille Liles, 1920-2013
If you read last week’s installment, you know we traveled to Ft. Smith, Arkansas, to pay our last respects to Lucille, Bill’s dad’s second wife. She and Bill’s dad, also named Bill, married on the day of our daughter Caroline’s birth. She was always just his dad’s...
Things Fall Apart. But It’s All Relative.
If you are a regular reader, you know there was no new blog post last week. And this one is a bit late. Computers are wonderful. When they work. And mine was not wonderful and would not work. So on Monday, September 16th, I gave up and took it to the techies at Five...
My Love-Hate Relationship with Vogue Magazine
I have made it to page 580 of the gargantuan 902 page September issue of Vogue magazine, and I trying to remember why it is I’m still subscribing to this running advertisement for conspicuous consumption. Initially I subscribed because it was one of the few magazines...
A Legacy of Hunting
My daddy was born in 1913, third of six children, to a family who had to scrape to survive, and at a time when hunting could mean the difference in dried wild plums or meat for supper. So he grew up with a rifle in his hand and an appreciation for the bounty provided...
Oh, The Fun We Had! More Tales From School
I came across a picture from a faculty Christmas party the other day and just had to share it. I believe this would have been our 1995 party and gift exchange. Linda Marr was our high school counselor who would draw names out of a box to match us with a person to give...
Another Good Cat Has Gone to Heaven
We lost Black and White Kitty last Friday. Bill found her little body out by the barn. We don’t know what happened, but the fact that we found the body helped us have closure. Had she just disappeared, I would have found it much harder to deal with her loss....
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