Eating In Del Rio

I was a 17 year old kid, just growing boy. Butch Sayers got me to go with him to Marysville, California to deliver a truck load of Corriente Steers (Mexican Roping Steers). It was just over a year after this that I married Butch’s niece, Madeline and he became Uncle Butch. We left Marble Falls in the middle of the afternoon in Butch’s Kenworth Cabover and arrived in Del Rio at the stockyards after dark. The trip had been sprung on me suddenly and I didn’t have a chance to eat before we left. I mentioned to Butch a couple … Continue reading Eating In Del Rio

Recurring Dreams

I think at 73 years of age, I have finally left a couple of recurring dreams behind. I had these dreams until sometime in the past 10 or 15 years. The first was driving in a car at a high rate of speed between home and town. Home was at Smithwick and town was Marble Falls. Everything would be fine as the car would float along because a turn or dip caused you to let off the gas, but when you topped out at Winn Hill, there was a long curve and a mostly straight stretch down through Mesquite Flats … Continue reading Recurring Dreams

Airport Ramada Inn San Antonio, Texas Nov. 6, 1971

My wife and I married in Marble Falls at 3:00 PM and had what was a fairly short reception. I’m not sure what happened to the time that day, but we hit San Antonio well after dark. We pulled that 1967 Chevrolet Caprice Automobile into this place out by the Airport, like we had good sense. I went inside while the bride stayed in the car and told them we needed the nicest room they had. The feller at the counter said we are pretty full tonight and our Wedding Suites are booked. He said, “You didn’t make a reservation?”. … Continue reading Airport Ramada Inn San Antonio, Texas Nov. 6, 1971

Eating at Jim’s Coffee Shop

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

It’s been 1 year

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