Don’t Wait Too Long To Rekindle A Friendship

I was reminded today when a post from 2 years ago popped up, that this friendship almost got away from me. You can’t imagine how much I appreciated this thank you from him. A person would have only needed to have been around a few years prior on Facebook to know how crosswired the two of us become, arguing about stupid politics. Then with a special amount of coaxing on my part, he and I reunited and formed a special friendship, albeit for a fairly short time maybe just a year or so, before Larry passed on on May 22, … Continue reading Don’t Wait Too Long To Rekindle A Friendship

The Wreck At The South End Of The Marble Falls Bridge

Early one Sunday morning with it raining and the road slick, I had taken Kenny out to the Pure Stone Quarry to pick up a dump truck. I would have been 14 or 15 years old. For whatever reason they thought a 14 year old had any business back in those days. It was just becoming light and as I came down the hill and that old “63” short wheelbased, step-side Chevrolet pickup spun out and smacked the guardrail right on the end of the bridge. I was more than likely going too fast for the conditions. Let me back … Continue reading The Wreck At The South End Of The Marble Falls Bridge

My Morning Trip To The Doctor

I bring you this soliloquy this fine morning reminding us all to do the right thing and don’t take shortcuts in life. These shortcuts come with there own set of problems. My point at hand started when I drove over to Marble Town this morning for a doctor appointment. Out of all my doctors I go see, this is one I don’t really mind going to. This little gal is a cute as a bug in a rug, and she can out talk me. Besides that the things she does, I can see the results within a couple of days. … Continue reading My Morning Trip To The Doctor

Cecil Let A Blast Get Away From Him

Back in 1967 there was an old service station in Burnet at US 281 and League St. The owner decided to replace the old gas tanks with new larger ones. After they had removed the old tanks it was discovered that some rock would need to be blasted so the hole would become large enough for the new tanks. Cec (the name that Kenny and I called him by – short for Cecil) was contacted about coming up to Burnet to drill & shoot the the rock. (Shoot the rock means to dynamite it or blast it) Off he went … Continue reading Cecil Let A Blast Get Away From Him

The Things That Young Men Do

A while back I was reminded of a happening by my long time friend Clay Simmons. He, Kenny and I were making a mad dash from somewhere to Marble Falls by way of Hwy 281 north, with Kenny behind the wheel. What the hurry was escapes me, but we were always in a hurry. When we approached the railroad tracks north of town the pickup sputtered as it started to run out of gas. Having a fleet of dump trucks we commonly had a barrel of gasoline tied off on the back with a pump in it, to rescue a … Continue reading The Things That Young Men Do

The Unfortunate Happening On The Side Of Ben White Blvd.

John Harlan did a lot of our road-bores back in my early days in the business. A road-bore is where we drill underneath a roadway or other obstacle to install a pipe for some type of utility. John wasn’t the easiest feller to get along with, but if he and his sons showed up on the job, one thing for sure is they would get the bore done. Besides it was a real sideshow watching them hollering, cussin, and storming around at each other. Back around 40 years ago I had a project in Austin and was waiting for John … Continue reading The Unfortunate Happening On The Side Of Ben White Blvd.

The Big Accident

Below are two of our early Angora Chronicles Stories that some will remember, while others probably never heard about. It is stories that involves my beloved Grandson Will “Catfish” Lewis. While it happened when he was still 11 years old, it lives on in my memory almost every time I drive out my front gate. Will turned 16 yesterday and now has his own pickup to drive. He is a very good driver and I wish him all the best and hold high my prayers over him for his safety every time he is behind the wheel. This is the … Continue reading The Big Accident

The Gift Of Grandparents In Children’s Lives

I’ve mentioned before about what a blessing my grandmothers played in my life. I mostly grew up without the benefit of a grandfather. My mothers dad died when she was 9 years old, which was a decade before I was born. My grandfather, my dad’s father – Theron died when I was barely 6. I had just stated first grade. I have memories of him, but not many true interactions. Yes, riding on a tractor with him as he plowed and falling asleep. I probably don’t actually remember that but I remember stories of it happening. I’ve had grandkids ride … Continue reading The Gift Of Grandparents In Children’s Lives

The Bluebonnet

My name is She-Who-Is-Alone. I am a Comanche Indian who lived in Texas a long time ago. When I lived in Texas, only Indians lived here. They call me She-Who-Is-Alone because my parents and the rest of my family died. They died during the drought, when it did not rain for a long time. Texas is very hot in the summer. Without rain, the crops do not grow. Without food, many people get sick and die. The horses and buffalo need water also. When the drought came, we prayed to the Great Spirits for help. The people played the drums … Continue reading The Bluebonnet

A Trip Out West To The YFZ (Yearning for Zion)

I posted back in 2015 about a trip I took out to the Warren Jeffs Compound near El Dorado, Texas. (That’s the FB link below.) https://www.facebook.com/groups/729839877052650/permalink/915226678513968/ Below is a San Antonio Express News article about it, including a potential buyer that had been found. https://www.expressnews.com/news/local/article/Former-polygamist-ranch-near-Eldorado-finally-sold-13653866.php#photo-17002669 I’m glad someone has found a use for that place. I scratched my head aplenty trying to figure who would be a good match for owning such a place, given its remote location and the amount of money it would require to maintain it. Continue reading A Trip Out West To The YFZ (Yearning for Zion)