The Things That Young Men Do (original Angora Chronicles story from September 15, 2014)

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 (original Angora Chronicles story from September 15, 2014)

Our Hometown Hero, Felipe Gutierrez

For the past few days I kept seeing the following friend suggestion when I’d log on to Facebook. This morning seeing the fellow, Steve Connatser, with the familiar face of Roy Rogers standing along side of him, I wondered who this guy is. I had only one friend in common with Mr. Connatser. As soon as I looked him up on FB I realized he is really fairly famous, being involved in the Travel Magazine Business. I google him and then it all came clear. It was a story we had on Angora Chronicles a while back. It involved Round … Continue reading Our Hometown Hero, Felipe Gutierrez

A Thought Occurred To Me Today, Just As It Does Every Time I Leave Out of Llano And Head Up To Brady

I had graduated from high school shortly before, so this would have been an afternoon in the summer of 1970. I had landed the best gig I thought anyone possibly could. I was getting to drive a cattle truck for the Wenmohs Ranch. Joe Wenmohs only had one cattle truck at the time, a Ford Cabover that was turned up to where it would run with almost anything out on the highways. That tractor was hooked up to a 52’ triple deck Wilson aluminum trailer. That truck primarily ran from the Wenmohs Ranch out by Blue Lake, Llano County, to … Continue reading A Thought Occurred To Me Today, Just As It Does Every Time I Leave Out of Llano And Head Up To Brady

Dink’s Watch

As a young teenager my friend Dink had a watch that I thought was the neatest thing. It was a Bulova Accutron. Those were the popular watch in the 60s that used a tuning fork instead of spring to keep them in rhythm. Instead of a tick tick tick, they hummed. By the time I was grown and Dink and I were in business together, the watch quit working. He had tried several places to get it repaired and the cost was more than it was worth. I talked him out of it, but I don’t remember the financial arraignment. … Continue reading Dink’s Watch

Sheep And Goat Feed Can Take On Another Look When It Gets Wet.

I was filling up with gas one over at the Swift Mart. I had been feeding my Barbados the evening before, then it rained. An old friend, Damon Thurman came sauntering over and we were both leaning on the bed rail of my truck just guy talking. He noticed that a few feed pellets that had spilled out and became rain soaked. Even I could have mistaken them for something else, but I never hauled a dog with me, because I didn’t have one. He said “You nasty ba$&@#d why don’t you ever wash out the bed of your truck? … Continue reading Sheep And Goat Feed Can Take On Another Look When It Gets Wet.

Pecan Pralines (the sugary kind, not the gooey ones)

I used to go to church with an elderly lady, that shall remain nameless. She “played” a huge role in the church, our organist/pianist for over 50 years, and was a very long term member. She became widowed along the way. With losing her husband, the level of cantankerousness got worse and worse. For whatever reason when she would get mad and quit the church, I would be able to go spend a little time with her and get her to come back. She saw me as a more independent arbiter than the pastor or others at the church. The … Continue reading Pecan Pralines (the sugary kind, not the gooey ones)

Oh, If not for the memories!

Yesterday it fell to me to have my granddaughter Sofia accompany me on my last minute rounds to town to finish up gathering stuff for our Thanksgiving Feast today. We talked about where we could have lunch. She choose Chuck E Cheese. I talked her down off of that and suggested GattiLand in Round Rock. Only because I knew where that was and couldn’t think of a close by Chuck E place. We arrived early, soon after they opened at 11:00. There was a lady standing near the front door with a small boy. I greeted her and went inside. … Continue reading Oh, If not for the memories!

Being A Super Snooper At Heart

I have a friend that I have gotten to know over the past few years. We met in the strangest of ways. This fellow had been a friend and one time roommate in Houston of Winfield Scott’s. He had met Winfield and Millard through a girl he dated for for several years. She was their cousin that lived in Austin. RG had lost touch with the Scott’s and his old girlfriend. As he googled the name Winfield Scott some of the stories I have written popped up. That’s when he found out that Winfield died several years ago. RG is … Continue reading Being A Super Snooper At Heart

George and the Misunderstanding

One day back in the late 1970s Cecil, our dad, called and asked if we could do a favor for George. George is Smithwick’s own George Despain. They both knew we did a lot business with Holt Caterpillar. “Would we put a set of dozer tracks on our account, so George could get the best deal possible”? George would give Cec a check for the bill. We readily agreed to it. Wasn’t any skin off of us. George got his tracks all was great. Kenny nor I gave it much thought, figuring that Cec gave the check to the other … Continue reading George and the Misunderstanding