I know when some people read this, that some folks will read it and think “well here’s Ol Lewis telling us this big windy tale”. But I swear to you that it happened just the way I’m going to tell … Continue reading The Day I Was Saved From Watching The Super Bowl
I went to view the wonderful artwork of Akiane at the Beloved Gallery in Marble Falls. This was an amazing experience. If you haven’t seen this art exhibit, make an appointment to go see it. You will be treated to a wonderful guided tour through the Gallery. It starts off with a 18 to 20 minute video that tells the story of Akiane. Afterwards you go at your own pace to view some of this amazing child’s (now a woman) work. The whole thing lasts an hour. If you leave there feeling like you didn’t get your moneys worth let … Continue reading Beloved
It’s been a long running thing between my older two granddaughters, Holly and Emma and me about where to eat breakfast. Anytime I would bring up about going to Jim’s they’d throw a wall-eyed fit about not wanting to go there. They’d say it’s an old people’s place to eat and things like “We hate that place, the food is awful”. I would reassure them that yes it may be a little dated, but the food was still good. But rather than listen to a bunching of whining we’d usually go elsewhere. Not long ago it came up about going … Continue reading Eating at Jim’s Coffee Shop
Everything changed one year ago. I could no longer write stories about Kenny Lewis, in my most honest voice unless they were telling about his finer virtues. No more poking fun at him, where he would need to defend himself. Not that he would ever join us here on Facebook. But he had surrogates, that kept in informed. Then he would always set the record straight through them, mostly his son Kody. Over the past year I have retold a few stories about things that involved Kenny, but it’s never been the same. Very little is the same. There are … Continue reading It’s been 1 year
It was a cold February morning in 1971. My dad had leased a truck out to a San Antonio Trucking Company with me driving it. I spend all week living in a small rundown motel that set along I-10 on the east side of San Antonio. The trucking yard was just down the frontage road. Most of the time I hauled equipment around San Antonio, but one afternoon I was dispatched to a steel company on north I-35 to load steel beams to go to Houston. I got loaded and parked the truck in the yard for the night. I … Continue reading The Smashed Finger
Wilson was a child born probably in the mid to late sixties. There were siblings I remember hearing, but I’m unsure how they faired in life. Wilson ended up at the Austin State School. A ward of the state. My Granny Ruby worked there for many years in 60s and 70s and maybe even a little in the early 1980s. She took a special interest in Wilson. No one ever came to see him, so she took him under her wing. It was easy to tell that Wilson never really developed physically or mentally, but he had a sweet disposition … Continue reading The Story of Little Wilson
A couple of nights ago I was going through a bunch of saved television true crime shows I had saved. I title caught my eye, so I clicked on it to read a little about it. It had happened in Austin. The name of the episode was The Shootout at the Shaughnessys’. The story took place back in 2018, but I had no recollection of it ever happening. It was about a Jewelry Store and a couple that owned it. I watched a few minutes and a scene flashed up showing the front of the store. Then soon thereafter it … Continue reading Something Strange Occured As I Watched An Episode of 48 Hours
This is a story of one of the greatest car races ever held in Smithwick. His name was Curtis Brown Parker. Brown Parker was how he was known. Brown was the person my Dad looked up to more, maybe than anyone else. Brown was several years older that Cecil Lewis. I believe that Brown help him become a man in more ways than one in his early days in Smithwick, Texas. However in the 1940s Brown and Eula moved to California, the same as a lot of people did during that period of time. Eula was one of the Turkey … Continue reading The Race Was On
Four days after the horrific 9/11 attacks on this nation, Madeline and I decided to go to South Padre for a few days. I don’t remember if it was planned a way ahead of time or we, like so many, others just needed to go somewhere to reflect on what had just happened. We owned a condo on the beach side, at about the mid point of the island at that time. We found so much serenity in going there, watching the sunrises and mostly enjoyed sitting and reading and hearing the waves constantly rolling in. We had left late … Continue reading The Queen Isabella Causeway Bridge Collapse
UPDATE: This is a post from a couple of weeks ago. My son Jason questioned me about it. We even set down and simulated it at the kitchen table. A little while later he sent me a text with the following link. Seems that when I first thought about it, I was a couple of centuries too late. It even has name, The Martindale System – named that in 1939. Oh well, I should have looked it up on Wikipedia back in the 80s. Wait, we didn’t have such a thing, now did we. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martingale_(probability_theory) I was sitting around one … Continue reading Making Money At Black Jack (well not exactly)
Angora Chronicles 