The Fiasco Of The Wooden Dolphins

This is the story of making the Wooden Dolphins. During our time living in Corpus Christi a few years ago is when I carved the largest of my projects, a pair of Dolphins. It was during a time when I was really suffering a lot of lower back pain. I received several steroid injections, was seeing a chiropractor often, but nothing was working. A very nice lady that lived out on The Island helped us with our interior decorating. One day I was complaining about my back and she told me about a next door neighbor lady of hers that … Continue reading The Fiasco Of The Wooden Dolphins

A Cotton Gin In Smithwick

The Faith Family I had always heard of the Faith Family and knew there was a connection with them and Smithwick. Since they were all gone by the time I came along I never knew anything about them.I found this information online. There are references here to them operating a cotton gin in Smithwick and having members of both the Stinnett and Boultinghouse families (both of which I’m related) marrying into that family.It also gives a little insight into the old Jim Cox home that was across the street and where I spent many hours visiting my childhood friend Jim … Continue reading A Cotton Gin In Smithwick

Vicious Guard-Dogs – Oak Cliff, Texas

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

My Encounter With Zoran

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