DENISON, Texas â€“ About this time each year, I pull myself into the big white truck and head south. I donâ€™t have to think much about where Iâ€™m going.Â Itâ€™s kind of like climbing a trusty horse and counting on her to nose us both home. We get there just fine. â€œHomeâ€ this time of Continue Reading
October 11, 2012
Thereâ€™s a barn quilt affixed to the rear end of my house. Like a cattle brand, or a bumper sticker, or that tattoo you know about but rarely share, this oneâ€™s on the backside, for those behind you to see. How it got there is a tale worth telling.Â It involves a 90-pound puppy, for Continue Reading
June 22, 2011
Thereâ€™s a great movie from 1966 called â€œThe Russians Are Coming.â€ It tells the tale of a Soviet sub that got stuck in shallow water along a New England coast. I wonâ€™t bother you with the details, but itâ€™s pretty funny. Basically, the fierce Russians turn out to be pretty nice guys.Â They even help Continue Reading
May 10, 2011
LIMON, Colo.Â â€“ Iâ€™m a lucky guy. There arenâ€™t a lot of perks that come with a newspaper job these days except for the job itself.Â But one that comes my way each May is the road. Because along about now Iâ€™ve packed a rental truck as tight as a Jimmy Dean sausage and headed Continue Reading
January 26, 2011
I had a dream last night.
Iâ€™m not sure about the why of the dream. Maybe because Iâ€™m feeling a mite guilty about shirking this blog. Maybe because I saw â€œTrue Gritâ€ on Friday night. Maybe bad pizza.
Now, this wasnâ€™t a nightmare. For instance, she didnâ€™t pack a Colt Dragoon pistol in a cloth bag the way Mattie did.
But she sure talked the way Mattie did â€¦ that concise mix of classic, Old West formality that could cut you to the quick before you knew youâ€™d been cut.
â€œNow, Douglas, I come upon you this night because of a sin of omission on your part.â€