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Crystal City, a small south Texas town was known for two things. It was where the once famous La Raza Unita Political Party was born and … Continue reading Working Down At The Spinach Capital Of The World
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Below is a screenshot of a story I wrote one time about how my early life was and how telling my own sons (and my very skeptical wife) about it and the friendships I made all those many years ago at the little country school I attended. It truly was and is a magical part of my life. Facebook has helped me to reconstruct so much of that era through reconnecting with so many of those early friends made six decades and more ago. My Memories Live On Thru Facebook And The Angora Chronicles. Continue reading I’m Not Sure They Ever Bought Into My Jollyville Stories
Taggants is a word I have seldom used, but I’ve held it in my mind for the past almost fifty years. Yesterday I was watching an episode of Forensic Files. A very dated episode at that made probably 20 years … Continue reading Taggants – Used In Explosives
We once had a project, installing a really large waterline in Dallas. It was actually in the Oak Cliff neighborhood south of downtown. This was in the late part of the 1980s. It was a really rough part of the city. I haven’t spent much time there in the past couple of decades, but something tells me that things haven’t improved much. I’ll tell you how bad things were, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to find a dead body along the right of way of our project, which started out down near the Trinity River and came up … Continue reading Vicious Guard-Dogs – Oak Cliff, Texas
Back in 1973, Donn’s Depot had just opened. In the beginning it was called McNeil Depot, as the building had in an earlier life been the Rail Depot at McNeil, north of Austin. It was located at the northwest corner … Continue reading Dink and Barmaid
When we first bought our place in Corpus Christi in the spring of 2013, and was getting moved in, I would see a fellow that easily could have been homeless walk along the side street, then cross Ocean Drive and disappear under the hill into Cole Park. This guy appeared to be about my age, looked a bit scraggly and always unshaven, but didn’t really have a beard. One of those guys that you wonder how he appears to never shave, yet never has a real beard. My house was full of windows, especially on the lower floor, looking out … Continue reading My Encounter With Zoran
I’m not sure if it was because of the wreck or just because, but Mary Alice has always been the classmate that Madeline and I have held the closest and been the most constant friend throughout the past 54 years since moving on from high school. She has spent many holiday feasts with us and watched our sons grow up and them have kids. Our sons think of her as the crazy old aunt (said in an endearing way). She has the ability to talk about any subject and talk she can do. One time, 15 or 16 years ago, … Continue reading After The Big Wreck (sequel to the 13 Vehicle Accident)
Usually you think of multi-car wrecks happening in Austin or Houston or Dallas. A little known fact is there was a wreck that happened right in Marble Falls, Texas that involved 13 vehicles back in the spring of 1970. I was involved. It was my senior year and I only went to school in the mornings and worked at a local car dealership in the afternoon. This one afternoon things weren’t to busy at the car lot so I ran home and grabbed a small trailer mounted air compressor and headed to Kingsland to drill a few holes for dynamite … Continue reading A 13 Vehicle Accident In Marble Falls
We had moved to Dripping Springs in the mid 80’s. It was a great place to raise kids. Life was really wonderful. Madeline was able to find something to occupy her time with every second of every day. And night. All of the little angels were involved in sports and a variety of other activities. We had an active church life with a great church family. Madeline was the Den Mother for the younger boys. It was Christmas time and we were hosting a party out at our place. Bunch of little Cub Scouts everywhere. Madeline could talk my brother … Continue reading Santa Comes to Dripping Springs
I am a little sentimental about gifts that my grandkids give me, even more so of things my sons made or bought for me when they were small. One gift that dates back almost 40 years, that I count as one of my most treasured possessions. It stayed out on my dresser for years, but somewhere along the way it got put in my sock drawer and remains there to this day. Most people would look at this prized possession and wonder why I have it in my sock drawer. The answer is simple. It was a gift this one … Continue reading The Gifts That Mean The Most
Anyone remember this story ? I read it in the Austin Statesman, about a fellow that worked downtown and would drive past Camp Mabry each day. One of the Jets on a pedestal caught his attention after awhile. The tail … Continue reading Jet on a Pedestal @ Camp Mabry
Fallout or Bomb Shelters were both used to describe these underground structures. Talking about the Nike Bases that were built to protect Bergstrom Air Force Base made me think back to the early 60s in Austin. My dad was working for a construction company doing what I’ve spent my lifetime doing, installing underground utilities. The company transitioned into building “private underground bomb shelters” all over Austin. The only one I remember ever seeing built was over in a neighborhood off of Airport Blvd., very near the old Austin Airport.I wonder how many are still intact after all these decades. The … Continue reading Private Fallout Shelters in the 1960s
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