A True Area Legend JANUARY 25, 1932 – MAY 29, 2026 Floyd Matthew Cantwell, age 94, passed away peacefully early Friday morning in Liberty Hill, Texas surrounded by his loved ones. Born on January 25, 1932, Floyd lived much of his life … Continue reading Floyd Cantwell
Every day events in our life happen that shape history. I sometimes play the “IF” game with myself. The most simple occurrence, the conversations we have, the chance encounters change the course of everything that will happen for the rest … Continue reading The Little Things That Happen In Our Lives……….
One day recently two old friends, friends for more than six decades were driving to have lunch at a favorite spot. They would get there well before the place opened as it turned out. The passenger said, “what did I do with those papers I was carrying when I got in”? The driver admitted he saw him get in with them, so they must be somewhere. A little farther down the road, the old fellow discovered that he had shoved them in the door pocket. Inquiring what they were he said, “it’s some prescriptions I picked up from the doctor”. … Continue reading That’s What Friends Are For
Bonnie Gay would have been 93 next month, but she left us behind 35 years ago. She was only 57. Her sudden death on December 14, 1990 was one of the greatest shocks in my lifetime. It just didn’t seem like it was that time. She grew up poor, in a very large family. She was the 8th out of 11 children. Her oldest sibling was born in 1916 and the youngest was born in 1937. Her father died when she 9 years old. Bonnie went through the 8th grade at Smithwick Community School, then the 9th grade at Palm … Continue reading My Mother
LJ lived in Burnet. He and my Dad were friends for most of their lives. They entered the service at the same time. There is a story of them hitchhiking back home to Burnet Co. at some point. Either during … Continue reading LJ Henderson – The Best Blaster In The Country
I received a text from a fellow I know this morning. He sent me a picture of one of my business cards. It was a card from sometime prior to 1985. That is when I sold my office on Montopolis Drive and moved on with a new address. So that’s how I knew how old the card was. He found it taped to the wall in a house he had recently purchased. Out of curiosity I ask where the house was, thinking that I may know the person that lived there. As soon as he told me which house it … Continue reading Connecting The Dots After 43 Years
Today I turn 73 and as I sit on the front porch of our home just outside of Bertram, the morning sun warms my face, and I can’t help but feel grateful. The years have unfolded like the wide-open spaces … Continue reading A Life Built on Love
(Written August 20, 2025) I told you all about getting a device implanted in my back a while back. It’s a spinal cord stimulator. It puts a mild current into the nerves in my lower back and carries down into … Continue reading Testing the Limits
I have a great pair of hands. I’ve got this and I’ll work harder than anyone else on the team. I have great speed and agility. In past years Coach, we haven’t had that one player that can put points on the board. If we aren’t scoring we aren’t winning. I understand that I haven’t played Wide Receiver in past years. But I’ve finally grown into the position. Just give me a shot Coach. I am your man!! I won’t let you down. I could feel that I was reaching Coach, like I’d never done before. Maybe he is desperate, … Continue reading Coach, now here’s the reason I will be your choice for the best pass receiver.
I was the President of a newly formed association that was to benefit the Underground Utilities Industry in the State of Texas. We were associated with the Nation Utility Contractors Association that was commonly known as the as NUCA. When we formed our state chapter in 1985, we adopted the clever acronym TUCA. With Austin being the hub of all things political in Texas we located our office there. I had some vacant office space in my building which was up on a rise overlooking downtown Austin. Back in those days the Capitol Building wasn’t obscured by all the tall … Continue reading My Bald Spot
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